Psalms 6:2
A plain-spoken deep dive on this verse. Read the chapter →
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.
Commentaries
Excerpts gathered from published commentaries to ground the reading.
David was a weeping prophet as well as Jeremiah, and this psalm is one of his lamentations: either it was penned in a time, or at least calculated for a time, of great trouble, both outward and inward. Is any afflicted? Is any sick? Let him sing this psalm. The method of this psalm is very observable, and what we shall often meet with. He begins with doleful complaints, but ends with joyful praises; like Hannah, who went to prayer with a sorrowful spirit, but, when she had prayed, went her way, and her countenance was no more sad. Three things the psalmist is here complaining of: - 1. Sickness of body. 2. Trouble of mind, arising from the sense of sin, the meritorious cause of pain and sickness. 3. The insults of his enemies upon occasion of both. Now here, I. He pours out his complaints before God, deprecates his wrath, and begs earnestly for the return of his favour (Psa 6:1-7). II. He assures himself of an answer of peace, shortly, to his full satisfaction (Psa 6:8-10). This psalm is like the book of Job. To the chief musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith. A psalm of David.
Open source ↗6:2-3 In his longing for God’s response to his prayer, the psalmist grew physically weak (6:6; see 77:3; 119:81; 142:1-3; see also Ps 101). Fasting might have played a part in his agony, but this is not mentioned.
Open source ↗Original language
The Hebrew and Greek words behind this passage, with Strong's numbers — from openscriptures (CC BY-SA).
Cross-references
Other passages the community most often connects to this one. Tap to read.
Come, let us return to the LORD. For He has torn us to pieces, but He will heal us; He has wounded us, but He will bind up our wounds.
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.
Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me, and I will be saved, for You are my praise.
See now that I am He; there is no God besides Me. I bring death and I give life; I wound and I heal, and there is no one who can deliver from My hand.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.
So Moses cried out to the LORD, “O God, please heal her!”
Then Abraham prayed to God, and God healed Abimelech and his wife and his maidservants, so that they could again bear children—
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.