Heal Me (Psalm 6)

Can the dead sing songs

Praising you from Sheol

Out of darkness and emptiness

Can the dead sing songs

Praising you from Sheol

Out of darkness and emptiness

There is life in me yet

I have your breath

So I moan to you

I am not dead

I remember you

Heal me, Lord

Deliver me

I am not dead

I remember you

Heal me, Lord

Deliver me

Be gracious, I’m languishing

My bones are troubled

My soul is troubled

My bones are troubled

My soul is troubled

My bones are troubled

My soul is troubled

Be gracious, I’m languishing

My bones are troubled

My soul is troubled

My bones are troubled

My soul is troubled

Heal me, Lord

Heal me, Lord

For the sake of your steadfast love

I am weary from moaning

My bed is wet with tears

It happens every night

I am weary from moaning

My bed is wet with tears

My bed is wet with tears

It happens every night

It happens every night

My bed is wet with tears

It happens every night

And I moan to you

I remember you

I am not dead

I am not dead yet, Lord

And I moan to you

I remember you

I am not dead

I am not dead yet, Lord

My eye wastes away with grief

Because of my foes it grows weak

I drench my couch when I weep

My eye wastes away with grief

Because of my foes it grows weak

I drench my couch when I weep

My bed is wet with tears

It happens every night

And I moan to you

Turn, O Lord, deliver my life

You hear my plea

You accept my prayer

You hear my plea

You accept my prayer

You hear my plea

You accept my prayer

Workers of evil, depart

God heard my prayer

He accepts my prayer

God heard my prayer

He accepts my prayer

Workers of evil, depart

God heard my prayer

He accepts my prayer

You hear my plea

Lord, You accept my prayer

Heal me, Lord

Turn, O Lord,

Deliver my life