Psalms

Chapter 6

  1. 1

    (To the choir-master. On stringed instruments. Over the octave. A psalm. Of David.)

  2. 2

    Lord, when thou dost reprove me, let it not be in anger; when thou dost chastise me, let it not be in displeasure.

  3. 3

    Lord, pity me; I have no strength left; Lord, heal me; my limbs tremble;

  4. 4

    my spirits are altogether broken; Lord, wilt thou never be content?

  5. 5

    Lord, turn back, and grant a wretched soul relief; as thou art ever merciful, save me.

  6. 6

    When death comes, there is no more remembering thee; none can praise thee in the tomb.

  7. 7

    I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow.

  8. 8

    Grief has dimmed my eyes, faded their lustre now, so many are the adversaries that surround me.

  9. 9

    Depart from me, all you that traffic in iniquity; the Lord has heard my cry of distress.

  10. 10

    Here was a prayer divinely heard, a boon divinely granted.

  11. 11

    All my enemies will be abashed and terrified; taken aback, all in a moment, and put to shame.