The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 6
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(To the choir-master. On stringed instruments. Over the octave. A psalm. Of David.)
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Lord, when thou dost reprove me, let it not be in anger; when thou dost chastise me, let it not be in displeasure.
3
Lord, pity me; I have no strength left; Lord, heal me; my limbs tremble;
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my spirits are altogether broken; Lord, wilt thou never be content?
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Lord, turn back, and grant a wretched soul relief; as thou art ever merciful, save me.
6
When death comes, there is no more remembering thee; none can praise thee in the tomb.
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I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow.
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Grief has dimmed my eyes, faded their lustre now, so many are the adversaries that surround me.
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Depart from me, all you that traffic in iniquity; the Lord has heard my cry of distress.
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Here was a prayer divinely heard, a boon divinely granted.
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All my enemies will be abashed and terrified; taken aback, all in a moment, and put to shame.
