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Psalm 6:6 - English Standard Version 2016

6 I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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Common English Bible

6 I’m worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 For there is no one in death who would be mindful of you. And who will confess to you in Hell?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

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Psalm 6:6
23 Tagairtí Cros  

“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,


“Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.


so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.


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


Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!”


O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you.


“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.


My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”


I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.


Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness.


“You shall say to them this word: ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


“For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my spirit; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”


She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears 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 are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.


and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.


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