O , don’t rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your rage.
Have compassion on me, , for I am weak. Heal me, , for my bones are in agony.
I am sick at heart. How long, O , until you restore me?
Return, O , and rescue me. Save me because of your unfailing love.
For the dead do not remember you. Who can praise you from the grave?
References for Psalms 6:5
I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.
My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
Go away, all you who do evil, for the has heard my weeping.
The has heard my plea; the will answer my prayer.
May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified. May they suddenly turn back in shame.