My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Psalm 6:6 - King James 2000 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water 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 leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Even today is my complaint bitter: my hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Lord, all my desire is before you; and my groaning is not hid from you.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?
I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Shall your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or your faithfulness in destruction?
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.
For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
Therefore you shall say this word unto them; Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is smitten with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.
For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
She weeps bitterly 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 have become her enemies.
My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.
And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.