Psalms.
Chapter 6.
To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion. 
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled. 
My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long? 
Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy. 
For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? 
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes. 
My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me. 
Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping. 
The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him. 
Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame. 
