| Chapter 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.
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2 | Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
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3 | And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
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4 | Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
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5 | For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
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6 | I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
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7 | Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
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8 | Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
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9 | Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
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10 | Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment!
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