Psalm 6

O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure. Have mercy on me, O Lord; for I am weak O Lord.

Heal me for my bones are troubled My soul also is greatly troubled but you O Lord, how long? Return, O Lord, deliver me Lord. O save me for Your mercy’s sake

For in death there is no remembrance of You In the grave who will give You thanks? I’m weary with my groaning, all night I make my bed swim I drench my couch with my tears

My eyes waste away because of grief it grows old because of my enemies. Depart from me all you workers of iniquity For the lord has heard the voice of my weeping

The Lord has heard my supplication, The Lord will receive my prayer. Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly, Alleluia