David's complaint in his sickness.
Psalms 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. Psalms 6:2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones, Psalms 6:3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when? Psalms 6:4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake. Psalms 6:5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? Psalms 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. Psalms 6:7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
By faith he triumpheth over his enemies.
Psalms 6:8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping, Psalms 6:9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth. Psalms 6:10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn backashamed [in] a moment!