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Psalm 6:6 - The Scriptures 2009

6 I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench 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 worn out from my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes grow dim As I wait for my Elohim.


My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day, “Where is your Elohim?”


יהוה, all my desire is before You; And my sighing has not been hid from You.


My eyes are spent with tears, My inward parts ferment, My bile has been poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, As children and the infants languish In the streets of the city.


“This is why I weep. My eye, my eye is running down with water, Because the comforter, Who could bring back my life, Has been far from me. My children are stunned, For the enemy has prevailed.”


She weeps bitterly at night, And her tears are upon her cheeks. Among all her lovers there is no comforter for her. All her friends have betrayed her, They have become her enemies.


“Even today my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.


My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.


so am I allotted months of futility. And nights of trouble have been appointed to me.


And standing behind, at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and wiping them with the hair of her head, and was kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume.


“And you shall say this word to them, ‘Let my eyes flow with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the maiden daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow, with a very severe wound.


My eye grows dim because of affliction. יהוה, I have called upon You, all day long; I have stretched out my hands to You.


Hear my prayer, O יהוה, And give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.”


“My being has grown weary of life. I let loose my complaint, I speak in the bitterness of my being.


“Hear, O יהוה, and show me favour; יהוה, be my helper!”


Is Your loving-commitment declared in the burial-site? Your trustworthiness in the place of destruction?


The dead do not praise Yah, Nor any going down to silence.


“For She’ol does not thank You, nor death praise You; those who go down to the pit do not watch for Your truth.


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