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Psalm 6:6 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

6 I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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Common English Bible

6 I’m worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 For there is no one in death who would be mindful of you. And who will confess to you in Hell?

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Psalm 6:6
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I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.


My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?”


O Lord, all my longing is known to you; my sighing is not hidden from you.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my courage; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.


She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.


“Today also my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.


My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,


so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.


She stood behind him at his feet, weeping, and began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair. Then she continued kissing his feet and anointing them with the ointment.


You shall say to them this word: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter—my people—is struck down with a crushing blow, with a very grievous wound.


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears.


“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper!”


Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?


The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any that go down into silence.


For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot praise you; those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.


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