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Psalm 6:6 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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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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
23 Cross References  

I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.


For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.


She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.


Even today is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.


My friends scorn me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God;


So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.


and standing behind 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.


And thou shalt say this word unto them, Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O LORD, I have spread forth my hands unto thee.


Hear my prayer, O LORD, And give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.


My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.


Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or thy faithfulness in Destruction?


The dead praise not the LORD, Neither any that go down into silence;


For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.


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