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Psalm 6:6

God's Word

I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.

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I am exhausted from crying for help. My throat is hoarse. My eyes are strained ⌞from⌟ looking for my God.

My tears are my food day and night. People ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”

You know all my desires, O Lord, and my groaning has not been hidden from you.

My eyes are worn out with tears. My stomach is churning. My heart is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people. Little children and infants faint in the city streets.

I’m crying because of ⌞all⌟ these things. My eyes—my eyes flow with tears. No one can give me the comfort I need to keep me alive. Everyone is too far away from me. My children are devastated because my enemies have won.”

Jerusalem cries bitterly at night with tears running down its cheeks. Out of all those who love the city, no one offers it comfort. All of Jerusalem’s friends have betrayed it and become its enemies.

“My complaint is bitter again today. I try hard to control my sighing.

the spokesman for my thoughts. My eyes drip ⌞with tears⌟ to God

Likewise, I have been given months that are of no use, and I have inherited nights filled with misery.

and knelt at his feet. She was crying and washed his feet with her tears. Then she dried his feet with her hair, kissed them over and over again, and poured the perfume on them.

“Say this to them: ‘My eyes flow with tears day and night without stopping because my dear people will suffer massive destruction. It will be a very serious blow.’ ”

My eyes grow weak because of my suffering. All day long I call out to you, O Lord. I stretch out my hands to you ⌞in prayer⌟.

Listen to my prayer, O Lord. Open your ear to my cry for help. Do not be deaf to my tears, for I am a foreign resident with you, a stranger like all my ancestors.

“I hate my life. I will freely express my complaint. I will speak as bitterly as I feel.

Hear, O Lord, and have pity on me! O Lord, be my helper!

Will anyone tell about your mercy in Sheol or about your faithfulness in Abaddon?

Those who are dead do not praise the Lord, nor do those who go into the silence ⌞of the grave⌟.

Sheol doesn’t thank you! Death doesn’t praise you! Those who go down to the pit cannot expect you to be faithful.




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