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Psalms 6
[1]David's complaint in his sickness. [8]By faith he triumpheth over his enemies.
To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
1. O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
2. Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
3. My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
4. Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
5. For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
6. I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7. Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
8. Depart 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 will receive my prayer.
10. Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.
Metrical version
Psalm 6
L.M. Saxony, Walsall, Dundee
LORD, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me. LORD, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexed be. My soul is also vexed sore; But, LORD, how long stay wilt thou make? Return, O LORD, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake. Because those that deceased are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave? I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered. Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies. Hence from me, wicked workers all; For GOD hath heard my weeping cries. GOD hath my supplication heard, My prayer received graciously. Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes, Shamed and back turned suddenly.
Psalm 6 (second version)
C.M. Saxony, Walsall, Dundee
In thy great indignation, O LORD, rebuke me not; Nor on me lay thy chastening hand in thy displeasure hot. LORD, I am weak, therefore on me have mercy, and me spare: Heal me, O LORD, because thou know'st my bones much vexed are. My soul is vexed sore: but, LORD, how long stay wilt thou make? Return, LORD, free my soul; and save me for thy mercies' sake. Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be: Of those that in the grave do lie, who shall give thanks to thee? I with my groaning weary am, and all the night my bed I caused for to swim; with tears my couch I watered. By reason of my vexing grief mine eye consumed is; It waxeth old, because of all that be mine enemies. But now, depart from me, all ye that work iniquity: For why? the LORD hath heard my voice, when I did mourn and cry. Unto my supplication the LORD did hearing give: When I to him my prayer make, the LORD will it receive. Let all be shamed and troubled sore, that en'mies are to me; Let them turn back, and suddenly ashamed let them be.
While I sing, let my heart and flesh cry out, and my soul pant and wait for the Lord. In the firm faith of infinite mercy to forgive all my crimes, and wash out all my sinful stains, let me blush at, and detest my own abominations. Let me cultivate the closest familiarity with the Lord my God. Let my prayers correspond with his promises, and with the particular condi tion of myself or others.