Psalm 6
O Lord, rebuke me not in your indignation
: nor chasten me in your fierce displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak
: O Lord, heal me, for my very bones are afraid.
My soul also is greatly troubled
: and you, Lord
how long will you delay?
Turn again, O Lord, and deliver my soul :
O save me for your mercy’s sake.
For in death no man remembers you :
and who can give you thanks from the grave?
I am wearied with my groaning :
every night I drown my bed with weeping,
and water my couch with my tears.
My eyes waste away for sorrow :
they grow dim because of all my enemies.
Away from me, all you that do evil :
for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my supplication :
the Lord will receive my prayer.
All my enemies shall be put to shame and greatly dismayed :
they shall turn back and be confounded in a moment.