Psalm 6 Prayed

Psalm 6 Prayed Struggling with sickness and disability    O Lord Jesus, I am ill. I am so sick.             Disease and pain have filled my body and             mind.    I feel as though you are rebuking me in your anger,             or disciplining me in your wrath.     Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I am faint;             O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony.      My soul is in anguish.             How long, O Lord, how long?    Turn, O Lord Jesus, and deliver me;             heal me because of your unfailing love.    Although I would prefer to be away from the body              and at home with you, O Lord,     This body will not remember you while I am dead.             How can I use it to praise you from the grave?    I am worn out from groaning;             all night long I flood my bed with weeping             and drench my couch with tears.    My eyes grow weak with sorrow;             they fail because of all my spiritual foes:    Doubt, self-pity and despair are now my enemies.    Away from me, all you evil thoughts,             for the Lord has heard my weeping.    The Lord has heard my cry for mercy;             the Lord accepts my prayer.    All these enemies will be ashamed and dismayed;             they will turn back in sudden disgrace.    For you, O Lord, have made your light             shine in my heart to give me    the light of the knowledge of the glory of God             in the face of Christ.    But I have this treasure in a jar of clay             to show that this all-surpassing power             is from you, O Lord, and not from me.    I am hard pressed on every side, but not crushed;             perplexed, but not in despair;             persecuted, but not abandoned;             struck down, but not destroyed.    Lord Jesus, help me to remember that             I always carry around in my body your death,             so that your life may also be revealed in my             body.    For I am always being given over to death for your             sake,             So let your life be revealed in my mortal body. Psalm 6 For the director of music. With stringed instruments. According to sheminith. A psalm of David. 1   O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger             or discipline me in your wrath. 2    Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint;             O LORD, heal me,            for my bones are in agony. 3             My soul is in anguish.                         How long, O LORD, how long? 4    Turn, O LORD, and deliver me;             save me because of your unfailing love. 2Cor. 5:8 … and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 5     No one remembers you when he is dead.             Who praises you from the grave? 6    I am worn out from groaning;             all night long I flood my bed with weeping             and drench my couch with tears. 7     My eyes grow weak with sorrow;             they fail because of all my foes. 8    Away from me, all you who do evil,             for the LORD has heard my weeping. 9    The LORD has heard my cry for mercy;             the LORD accepts my prayer. 10   All my enemies will be ashamed             and dismayed;             they will turn back in sudden disgrace. 2Cor. 4:6 For God…made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. 7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.  8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.  10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.  11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.