Psalm 6 Lyrics

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation,
Nor chastise me in thy wrath.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak:
Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
And my soul is troubled exceedingly:
But thou, O Lord, how long?

Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul:
O save me for thy mercy's sake.
For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee:
And who shall confess to thee in hell?
I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed:
I will water my couch with my tears.
My eye is troubled through indignation:
I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity:
For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my supplication:
The Lord hath received my prayer.

Let all my enemies be ashamed,
And be very much troubled:
Let them be turned back,
And be ashamed very speedily.