1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. 2 \6:1\O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.3 \6:2\Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.4 \6:3\My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?5 \6:4\Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.6 \6:5\For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?7 \6:6\The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.8 \6:7\My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.9 \6:8\Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.10 \6:9\The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.11 \6:10\Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.

1 Vir die musiekleier; met snaarinstrumente; met basstem. 'n Psalm van Dawid.2 o HERE, straf my nie in u toorn nie, en kasty my nie in u grimmigheid nie.3 Wees my genadig, HERE, want ek is verswak; maak my gesond, HERE, want my gebeente is verskrik.4 Ja, my siel is baie verskrik; en U, HERE, tot hoe lank?5 Keer terug, HERE, red my siel; verlos my om u goedertierenheid ontwil.6 Want in die dood word aan U nie gedink nie; wie sal U loof in die doderyk?7 Ek is moeg van my gesug; elke nag laat ek my bed swem; ek deurweek my bed met my trane.8 My oog het dof geword van verdriet; dit het swak geword vanweë al my teëstanders.9 Gaan weg van my, al julle werkers van ongeregtigheid, want die HERE het die stem van my geween gehoor.10 Die HERE het my smeking gehoor; die HERE neem my gebed aan. [ (Psalms 6:11) Al my vyande sal beskaamd staan en baie verskrik word; hulle sal in 'n oomblik beskaamd omdraai. ]