Chapter 6

¹To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. ²Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones, ³And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when? ⁴Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness` sake. ⁵For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? ⁶I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste. ⁷Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries, ⁸Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping, ⁹Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth. ¹⁰Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment!