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Psalm 6:6

Young's Literal Translation 1862

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

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My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'

I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.

Is Thy kindness recounted in the grave? Thy faithfulness in destruction?

Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.

And thou hast said unto them this word: Tears come down mine eyes night and day, And they do not cease, For, `with' a great breach, Broken hath been the virgin daughter of my people, A very grievous stroke.

For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

She weepeth sore in the night, And her tear `is' on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.

Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,

and having stood behind, beside his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with the tears, and with the hairs of her head she was wiping, and was kissing his feet, and was anointing with the ointment.




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