The Psalms

Psalm 6

David's complaint in his sickness, 1-7. He triumphs over his enemies, 8-10.

1 [To the Chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.] O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am weak. O LORD, heal me, for my bones are agitated.

3 My soul is also greatly disquieted. But you, O LORD, how long?

4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul. Oh save me for your mercy's sake.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you. In the grave, who will give you thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning. All the night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.

7 My eye is consumed because of grief. It grows old because of all my enemies.

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 will receive my prayer.

10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly disquieted. Let them return and be suddenly ashamed.


Matthew Henry Commentary - Psalms, Chapter 6


[v.8] - Quoted in Matthew 7:23; Luke 13:27.