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Psalm 6:6 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

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Psalm 6:6
23 Cross References  

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


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


“Today also my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.


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


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


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


Lord, all my longing is known to thee, my sighing is not hidden from thee.


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears! For I am thy passing guest, a sojourner, like all my fathers.


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


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


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


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


For Sheol cannot thank thee, death cannot praise thee; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for thy faithfulness.


“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 of my people is smitten with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


“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, tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.


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