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Psalm 6:6

New American Bible - revised edition

For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?

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My friends it is who wrong me; before God my eyes shed tears,

Today especially my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy upon me in my groanings.

So I have been assigned months of futility, and troubled nights have been counted off for me.

The dead do not praise the Lord, not all those go down into silence.

“What gain is there from my lifeblood, from my going down to the grave? Does dust give you thanks or declare your faithfulness?

I am numb and utterly crushed; I wail with anguish of heart.

You chastise man with rebukes for sin; like a moth you consume his treasures. Every man is but a breath. Selah

My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?

I have sunk into the mire of the deep, where there is no foothold. I have gone down to the watery depths; the flood overwhelms me.

Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades arise and praise you? Selah

Because of you my acquaintances shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;

For it is not Sheol that gives you thanks, nor death that praises you; Neither do those who go down into the pit await your kindness.

Speak to them this word: Let my eyes stream with tears night and day, without rest, Over the great destruction which overwhelms the virgin daughter of my people, over her incurable wound.

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears! How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life. My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”

She weeps incessantly in the night, her cheeks damp with tears. She has no one to comfort her from all her lovers; Her friends have all betrayed her, and become her enemies.

My eyes are spent with tears, my stomach churns; My bile is poured out on the ground at the brokenness of the daughter of my people, As children and infants collapse in the streets of the town.

she stood behind him at his feet weeping and began to bathe his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and anointed them with the ointment.




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