Psalm 6

For the conclusion, among Hymns for the eighth day. A Psalm by David

O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy wrath; nor chasten me in Thine anger.

[2] Pity me, O Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

[3] My soul is troubled exceedingly: but O Lord, for how long?

[4] Return, O Lord; deliver my soul: save me for Thy mercy's sake.

[5] For in death none can make mention of Thee. In the mansion of the dead, who can give Thee thanks?

[6] I am weary with my groaning. Am I every night to bedew my bed and water my couch with my tears?

[7] Mine eye is troubled with indignation: I am grown old among all mine enemies.

[8] Away from me, all ye workers of iniquity. For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping-- [9] the Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my petition.

[10] Let all mine enemies be shamed and greatly troubled. Let them be turned back and instantly put to shame.