Psalms Chapter 6
Hey God, don’t hit me with that wrath, chill out with the flames, fam.
[To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.] O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. {chief...: or, overseer} {Sheminith: or, the eighth}
Show me some mercy, God; I’m really struggling: heal me, my bones are tripping.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I {am} weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul’s feeling super weighed down: but fr, how long is this gonna last, God?
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
Come through, God, rescue my soul: do it for your own vibes.
Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
When I’m gone, nobody’s out here remembering you: in the grave, who’s giving you props?
For in death {there is} no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?
I’m over all this moaning; my bed’s basically a swimming pool at night; I’m drenching my couch with tears.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. {all...: or, every night}
My eyes are over it because of all the feels; they’re aging quick from all my haters.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Get away from me, all you shady folks; God heard my cries, no cap.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
God picked up on my prayers; He’s got my back for real.
The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
Let all my enemies catch that shame and struggle: let them come back and really feel it.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return {and} be ashamed suddenly.