Psalm 6 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

¹ To the overseer upon the stringed instruments upon the octave, chanting of David. O Jehovah, not in thine anger wilt thou correct me, and not in thy wrath wilt thou chastise me.

² Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for I languish: heal me, O Jehovah, for my bones trembled.

³ My soul trembled exceedingly: and thou, O Jehovah, how long?

⁴ Turn back, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: save me for sake of thy mercy.

⁵ For in death none remembering thee: in hades who shall give thanks to thee?

⁶ I was wearied with my sighing all the night I shall make my bed to swim with my tears; I shall make my couch to flow.

⁷ Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.

⁸ Depart from me, all ye doing vanity, for Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹ Jehovah heard my supplication; Jehovah will receive my prayer

¹⁰ All mine enemies shall be ashamed, they shall tremble exceedingly they shall turn back, they shall be ashamed suddenly.