Psaumes 6.7
English standard version

Appel à la bonté de Dieu

¹ To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
nor discipline me in your wrath
² Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled
³ My soul also is greatly troubled.
But you, O Lord&emdash;how long?
⁴ Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who will give you praise?
⁶ I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
⁸ Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
⁹ The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
¹⁰ All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.