Psalm 6: O Lord, Deliver My Life

Angela Spears

 

Translation (ESV)

To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
    nor discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
    heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
    But you, O Lord—how long?

Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
    save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
    in Sheol who will give you praise?

I am weary with my moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my foes.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
    for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
    the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
    they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.

 

Strong Translation

To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Please Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
    do not chastise me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am deteriorating;
    heal me, O Lord, for my bones are bruised.
My soul also is greatly disturbed.
    God, how long will it take for you to let up?

Break in, God, and break up this fight;
     if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I’m no good to you dead, am I?
    I can’t sing of your goodness if I’m buried in some grave!

I’m tired of all this—so tired.
    My bed drowns in my tears.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my rivals.

Get out of here, all you workers of evil,
    at last, the Lord has heard the clamor of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
    the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly punished;
    they shall turn back and be put to shame in an instant.

 

Translation with Analysis

To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.

Text Box: RedO Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
    nor discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
    heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
    But you, O Lord—how long?

Text Box: PurpleTurn, O Lord, deliver my life;
    save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
    in
Sheol who will give you praise?

Text Box: BlueI am weary with my moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak
because of all my foes.

Text Box: GreenDepart from me, all you workers of evil,
    for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
    the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
    they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.

Structure:

Margin 1: Prayer to God

Margin 2: Address to Enemies

 

Emotions (tone):

Red: pleading, desperation, remorse

Purple: appeal, earnest

Blue: complaint, suffering, anguish, misery

Green: confidence, hopeful

 

Images:

Bold: enemies, payback

Italics: suffering, distress

Underline: salvation

 

Interpretive Commentary

  1. Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am deteriorating

 

“I don’t love you anymore.”

 

I can’t breathe… I can’t breathe..I can’t breathe. Just calm down. Take a deep breath. Calm down Ang.. but I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Ican’tbreathe. The room is spinning. I have to get out of here.

 

“I don’t want this; I don’t want you.”

 

This isn’t real. No. This can’t be real. My body is numb. No..no no..noo this is just a horrible nightmare.

 

“I’m sorry, it’s over.”

. . .

 

“Really, you couldn’t even do it in person you coward!” (CLICK).

 

HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!...I don’t deserve this. What have a done to deserve this? I’ve been sooo, so good to him. I’ve sacrificed so much. And two days before our anniversary, two freaking days and he pulls this crap!?...I just don’t understand. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense. God, this hurts.

 

  1. My soul also is greatly disturbed.

 

I’m broken. My heart aches. My body is weak. I’ve never felt this much pain. I’m wasting away. My heart, a million tiny pieces on the floor, ripped to shreds; trampled; crushed; abandoned. I can’t eat. I can barely sleep. The pang in my heart, ever present. I long for answers. What went wrong? What did I do wrong?...I’m angry. I’m pissed. So many broken promises. So many lies. The deception. The emptiness I feel is… God, do you see me? Do you see this mess? I’m a mess.

 

  1. God, how long will it take for you to let up?

 

WHY. DON’T. YOU. DO SOMETHING!? I know you see me suffering. I know you’ve heard my cries. WHY WONT YOU TAKE THE PAIN AWAY!? Help me! I’ve repented, okay, for placing him above you, for making him more important than you. I’ve even tried to forgive him. So why am I still being punished? How long will this pain last? I can’t live like this anymore. GOD! DO SOMETHING!

 

  1. Break in, God, and break up this fight; if you love me at all, get me out of here!

 

My memories haunt me. Catapulting me in and out of reality; toying with my emotions. And the thoughts, oh God, all these thoughts bombard my mind. Day and night, they taunt me: “he never really loved you”, “you’ll be broken forever,” I’ll never love again” “you’re unworthy of love,”… But we were in love, so in love. Our first date, he was so nervous. Stuttering, barely making eye contact. Haha his innocence was flattering…and his first college football game! Maaan he looked fine haha..but they lost…. and he was upset, really upset….. I never did like the way he talked to me when he was angry. So, condescending, so loaded, so harsh. And everything was always my fault. He was never wrong. Like that time, remember when he kicked me out the car in the pouring rain? ..But I love him...

 

  1. I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed drowns in my tears.

 

I can’t stop crying. All I do is cry. I wake up crying. I got to bed sobbing. When will it stop!? My eyes burn, my nose is sore, my head is throbbing. I’m inconsolable. I can barely function. I can’t focus on my school work, or anything else really. I can’t even get through the day without smells, sights, and sounds reminding me of him. Him. The one who shattered my world. He doesn’t even deserve this much mourning, yet, I’m crying myself sick. But what else can I do? This pain is unbearable. It’s been a whoooole month, but the tears well up just the same as the moment his words first cut my heart. Uggghhhhhhhhhhhh! God make it stop. Please. Living in constant agony is misery. I need you.

 

6.     At last, the Lord has heard the clamor of my weeping.

I haven’t cried in a week! And my appetite is returning. I actually got dressed for class today, like real jeans and an actual shirt. No sweats or hoodies. I even threw on a little mascara (chuckles). It doesn’t hurt as much. I mean it still hurts, just not as much. And the memories, they are fading. They don’t clutter my mind as much as they used to. For the first time in months I feel like myself again. Sigh, I think I’ll be okay.