Psalm 6

For the choir director; with stringed instruments, upon an eight-string lyre. A Psalm of David.

LORD, do not rebuke me in anger,
nor discipline me when enraged.
Show grace as I languish in torment and anguish;
my pain, LORD, cannot be assuaged.

My soul is distraught and in turmoil,
how long, LORD, how long will you take?
Return, LORD, and free me, I pray you redeem me;
oh, save me for your mercies' sake.

In death, you will not be remembered;
what grave lets her dead praise your name?
I'm weary from sighing, my bed's wet from crying;
my tears drench my couch where I've lain.

My vision is blurred from my sorrow,
my eyes worn because of my foes.
Away now and leave me! All those who deceive me;
the LORD hears my weeping and knows.

​The LORD hears my plea for his mercy.
The LORD has accepted my prayer.
And fathoming error, disgraced, full of terror;
their shame turns to sudden ​despair.