BibleInTonguesWEB
Psalms 6
Traditionally the first of the penitential psalms, this is a cry from illness and exhaustion. The plea is not to be rebuked in anger but healed, because the body is faint and the bones are troubled (vv.1-2). The unanswered "how long?" in verse 3 carries the whole ache of the prayer.
- 1
LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
- 2
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
- 3
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
- 4
Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
- 5
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
- 6
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
- 7
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
- 8
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
- 9
The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
- 10
May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
- 1
SENHOR, não me repreendas na tua ira, nem me disciplines no teu furor.
- 2
Tem misericórdia de mim, SENHOR, pois estou fraco. SENHOR, cura-me, pois os meus ossos estão abalados.
- 3
A minha alma também está em grande angústia. Mas tu, SENHOR — até quando?
- 4
Volta-te, SENHOR. Livra a minha alma, e salva-me por causa do teu amor leal.
- 5
Pois na morte não há lembrança de ti. No Seol, quem te dará graças?
- 6
Estou cansado do meu gemido. Todas as noites inundo a minha cama. Encharco o meu leito com as minhas lágrimas.
- 7
O meu olho se consome de tristeza. Ele envelhece por causa de todos os meus adversários.
- 8
Afastem-se de mim, todos vocês que praticam a iniquidade, pois o SENHOR ouviu a voz do meu choro.
- 9
O SENHOR ouviu a minha súplica. O SENHOR aceita a minha oração.
- 10
Que todos os meus inimigos fiquem envergonhados e apavorados. Eles recuarão; de repente, serão desonrados.
From flooded bed to sudden turn
The poem soaks in grief — every night the bed is flooded, the couch drenched with tears, the eye wasting away (vv.6-7). Then it pivots hard: the speaker suddenly knows the LORD has heard his weeping and accepts his prayer (vv.8-9), and dismisses the enemies who will themselves be put to shame. One verse turns sorrow into assurance.
Context layers
Keep these closed by default and open them only when you want more context.
Share a small range via:
/en/web/psalms/6/16-18
Or use the Passage link builder.