Tua Palavra

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by an eight-stringed instrument.

|Salmos 6:1| O lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger
or discipline me in your rage.

|Salmos 6:2| Have compassion on me, lord, for I am weak.
Heal me, lord, for my bones are in agony.

|Salmos 6:3| I am sick at heart.
How long, O lord, until you restore me?

|Salmos 6:4| Return, O lord, and rescue me.
Save me because of your unfailing love.

|Salmos 6:5| For the dead do not remember you.
Who can praise you from the grave?

|Salmos 6:6| I am worn out from sobbing.
All night I flood my bed with weeping,
drenching it with my tears.

|Salmos 6:7| My vision is blurred by grief;
my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

|Salmos 6:8| Go away, all you who do evil,
for the lord has heard my weeping.

|Salmos 6:9| The lord has heard my plea;
the lord will answer my prayer.

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|Salmos 6:10| May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified.
May they suddenly turn back in shame.