David, King of Israel


Psalm 6 - Poem by David, King of Israel

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.

(KJV)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 2, 2012


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