Psalms 6

Rotherham(i) 1 [To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David.]
O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me. 2 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh,––for dismayed are my bones: 3 Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh––how long? 4 Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness; 5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee,––In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? 6 I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch,––With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve: 7 My face, is all sunken with sorrow,––it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping: 9 Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer. 10 Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.