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Psalm 6:6

American King James Version (1999)

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

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

Lord, all my desire is before you; and my groaning is not hid from you.

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

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

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

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.

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

And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

Therefore you 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 blow.

My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily on you, I have stretched out my hands to you.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me: LORD, be you my helper.

Shall your loving kindness be declared in the grave? or your faithfulness in destruction?

The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.

For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.




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