*My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Psalm 6:6 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears. 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? |
*My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
*Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
The dead don't praise the LORD, neither any who go down into silence;
Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
*Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, *Where is your God?*
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
For She'ol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.
You shall say this word to them, Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.
For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
She weeps sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
My eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.
Standing behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.