YLT - Psalms - 6

6:1  To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. --A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

6:2  Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

6:3  And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

6:4  Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

6:5  For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

6:6  I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

6:7  Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

6:8  Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

6:9  Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

6:10  Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back--ashamed in a moment!