The Psalms

6. fejezet


Fejezetek:


1. vers

For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.


2. vers

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.


3. vers

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?


4. vers

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.


5. vers

For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?


6. vers

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.


7. vers

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.


8. vers

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.


9. vers

Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.


10. vers

May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

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