For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the {Or, the eighth}Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger,
Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:
O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sore troubled:
And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul:
Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:
In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning;
Every night make I my bed to swim;
I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;
It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;
For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Jehovah hath heard my supplication;
Jehovah will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:
They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.
Querverweise zu Psalm 6,6 Ps 6,6
Lord, all my desire is before thee;And my groaning is not hid from thee.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;Hold not thy peace at my tears:For I am a stranger with thee,A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried:Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
My tears have been my food day and night,While they {Hebrew: all the day.}continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord:My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not;My soul refused to be comforted.
I remember God, and am disquieted:I complain, and my spirit {Or, fainteth}is overwhelmed. [Selah
Thou holdest mine eyes watching:I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old,The years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance my song in the night:I commune with mine own heart;And my spirit maketh diligent search.
Will the Lord cast off for ever?And will he be favorable no more?
Is his lovingkindness clean gone for ever?Doth his promise fail for evermore?
Hath God forgotten to be gracious?Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? [Selah
My friends scoff at me:But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
And thou shalt say this word unto them, Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.
For my days consume away {Or, in smoke}like smoke,And my bones are burned {Or, as a hearth}as a firebrand.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;For I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaningMy bones cleave to my flesh.
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks;Among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her:All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
Therefore {Or, my spirit fainteth}is my spirit overwhelmed within me;My heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old;I meditate on all thy doings;I muse on the work of thy hands.
I spread forth my hands unto thee:My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah
Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth:Hide not thy face from me,Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water;Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me:My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
So am I made to possess months of misery,And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled;My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the {Or, breach}destruction of the daughter of my people,Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
My soul is weary of my life;I will give free course to my complaint;I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Their heart cried unto the Lord:O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night;Give thyself no respite; let not the apple of thine eye cease.
Even to-day is my complaint {Or, bitter Or, accounted rebellion}rebellious:My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches;Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord:Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.
Mine eye runneth down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Mine eye poureth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
Till Jehovah look down, and behold from heaven.
and standing behind at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head, and {Greek: kissed much.}kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.