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Psalm 6:6

Tree of Life Version

For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?

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“I loathe my own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul.

My intercessor is my friend; as my eyes pour out tears to God;

“Even today my complaint is rebellious; His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

so I have inherited months of futility, and nights of distress have been appointed to me.

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

“What gain is there in my blood, in my going down to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?

I am numb and utterly crushed. I groan because of anguish in my heart.

With rebukes You chasten one for iniquity and You consume like a moth what he finds pleasure in. Surely all humanity is but a vapor. Selah

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?

I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing, I have come into deep waters, and a flood sweeps over me.

Will You work wonders for the dead? Or will the departed spirits rise up praising You? Selah

You have put my companions far from me. You have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and I cannot go out.

For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for Your faithfulness.

You will say this word to them: “Let my eyes overflow with tears. Night and day, may they never stop. For the virgin daughter of my people is crushed with a great blow, with a sorely infected wound.”

Over these things I weep. My eyes overflow with water. For far from me is a comforter, who might refresh my soul. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”

Bitterly she weeps in the night, her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is no one to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her. They have become her enemies!

My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.

As she stood behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to drench His feet with tears and kept wiping them with her head of hair. Then she was kissing His feet and anointing them with perfume.




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