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Young's Literal Version » The book of Psalms » 6. fejezet
1
To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
2
Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,
3
And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
4
Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
5
For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
6
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
8
Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
9
Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
10
Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed `in' a moment!