King David of Israel
Psalm 6: Deliver My Soul - Poem by King David 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.
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