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Psalm 6:6

Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

Lord, I am so weak. I cried to you all night. My pillow is soaked; my bed is dripping wet from my tears.

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I am getting weak from calling for help. My throat is sore. I have waited and looked for your help until my eyes are hurting.

Instead of food, I have only tears day and night, as my enemies laugh at me and say, “Where is your God?”

My Lord, you heard my groaning. You can hear my sighs.

My eyes are worn out with tears, and my insides are upset. My heart feels like it has been poured on the ground; I feel this way because of the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the public squares of the city.

“I cry about all these things. Tears are flowing down my cheeks. There is no one near to comfort me. There is no one who can make me feel better. My children are like a wasteland, because the enemy won.”

She cries bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. She has no one to comfort her. Many nations were friendly to her, but not one of them comforts her now. All her friends have turned their backs on her and have become her enemies.

“I am still complaining today. I groan because God is still making me suffer.

My friend speaks for me, while my eyes pour out tears to God.

Month after frustrating month has gone by. I have suffered night after night.

She stood at Jesus’ feet, crying. Then she began to wash his feet with her tears. She dried his feet with her hair. She kissed his feet many times and rubbed them with the perfume.

“Jeremiah, speak this message to the people of Judah: ‘My eyes fill with tears night and day without stopping. I cry for my virgin daughter, and for my dear people, because someone hit them and crushed them. They have been hurt very badly.

My eyes hurt from crying. Lord, I pray to you constantly! I lift my arms in prayer to you.

Lord, hear my prayer! Listen to the words I cry to you. Look at my tears. I am only a traveler passing through this life with you. Like all my ancestors, I will live here only a short time.

“I hate my own life, so I will complain freely. I am very bitter, so now I will speak.

Lord, hear my prayer, and be kind to me. Lord, help me!”

The dead in their graves cannot talk about your faithful love. People in the world of the dead cannot talk about your faithfulness.

The dead don’t praise him. Those in the grave don’t praise the Lord.

The dead cannot praise you. People in Sheol cannot sing praises to you. Those who have died and gone below are not trusting in your faithfulness.




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