I hate my own life.\par So I will complain freely.\par My soul is very bitter,\par so now I will speak.\par
Psalm 6:6 - Easy To Read Version Lord, all night I prayed to you.\par My bed is wet from my tears.\par Tears are dripping from my bed.\par I am weak from crying to you.\par Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping. American Standard Version (1901) I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears. Common English Bible I’m worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through. Catholic Public Domain Version For there is no one in death who would be mindful of you. And who will confess to you in Hell? Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell? |
I hate my own life.\par So I will complain freely.\par My soul is very bitter,\par so now I will speak.\par
“I am still complaining today.\par Why? Because I am still suffering.\par
Month after frustrating month\par has gone by.\par I have had night after night of suffering.\par
Dead people don’t praise the Lord.\par People down in the grave\par don’t praise the Lord.\par
My Master, you heard my groaning.\par My sighs are not hidden from you.\par
Lord, hear my prayer!\par Listen to the words I cry to you.\par Look at my tears.\par I am only a traveler\par passing through this life with you.\par Like all my ancestors, I live here only\par a short time. {\cf2\super [241]} \par
My enemy constantly \{makes fun of me\}.\par He says, “Where is your God?\par \{Has he come to save you yet?\}”\par \{I am so sad\} that my only food\par is the tears \{that fall from my eyes\}.\par
I am getting weak from calling for help.\par My throat is hurting.\par I have waited and looked for help from you\par until my eyes are hurting.\par
Dead people in their graves\par can’t talk about your love.\par Dead people in the world of the dead\par can’t talk about your loyalty.\par
My eyes hurt from \{crying about\}\par all my suffering.\par Lord, I pray to you constantly!\par I lift my arms in prayer to you.\par
Dead people don’t sing praises to you.\par People in Sheol {\cf2\super [368]} don’t praise you.\par Dead people don’t trust you to help them.\par They go into a hole in the ground,\par \{and never speak again\}.\par
“Jeremiah, speak this message\par to the people of Judah:\par ‘My eyes are filled with tears.\par I will cry night and day without stopping.\par I will cry for my virgin daughter. {\cf2\super [123]} \par I will cry for my people.\par Why? Because someone hit them\par and crushed them.\par They have been hurt very badly.\par
“I cry about all these things.\par My eyes, my eyes run down with water.\par There is no comforter near me.\par There is no person that can make me feel better.\par My children are like a wasteland.\par They are like that because the enemy won.”\par
She cries bitterly in the night.\par Her tears are on her cheeks.\par She has no one to comfort her.\par Many nations were friendly to her.\par But none of them comforts her now.\par All of her friends turned their backs on her.\par Her friends became her enemies.\par
My eyes are worn out with tears!\par My insides are upset!\par My heart feels like it has been poured\par on the ground!\par I feel this way because of the destruction\par of my people.\par Children and babies are fainting.\par They are fainting in the public squares\par of the city.\par
She stood at Jesus’ feet, crying. Then she began to wash his feet with her tears. She dried Jesus’ feet with her hair. She kissed his feet many times and rubbed them with perfume.