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Psalm 6:6

A Conservative Version

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

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

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?

LORD, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee.

My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.

For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My sons are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.

She weeps bitterly in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her loved ones she has none to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.

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

My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God

so I am made to possess months of misery, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

and having stood behind near his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with the tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head. And she kissed his feet much, and anointed them with the ointment.

And thou shall say this word to them: Let my 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.

My eye wastes away because of affliction. I have called daily upon thee, O LORD, I have spread forth my hands to thee.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent 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 reign 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 loving kindness be declared in the grave, or thy faithfulness in destruction?

The dead do not praise LORD, nor any who go down into silence,

For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee. Those who go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.




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