To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David.
[6:1] O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath.
[6:2] Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
[6:3] My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long?
[6:4] Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
[6:5] For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise?
[6:6] I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
[6:7] My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
[6:8] Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
[6:9] The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord accepts my prayer.
[6:10] All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.