Psalms 6

A Sinner’s Plea for Mercy

1 Lord, do not come at me with that wrath. Do not discipline me when you mad.

2 Have mercy on me, Lord, because I am weak. Heal me, Lord, because my bones are shaking.

3 My soul is messed up, too. But You, Lord, how long we must wait,

4 Come back, Lord, save my soul. Rescue me because of Your grace.

5 The dead cannot even praise You. In the grave, who is going to thank You, A Turnaround

6 I am tired of all this groaning. Every night I soak my bed with tears; My bed’s drenched from me crying.

7 My eyes are messed up from all the grief; They weak because of all my haters.

8 Get out of here, all you evil-doers, because the Lord heard my crying.

9 The Lord heard my plea; The Lord is going to take my prayer.

10 All my enemies are going to get clowned and shook up bad. They are going to back up and get embarrassed in a flash.