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Psalm 6:6 - 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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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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Psalm 6:6
23 Tagairtí Cros  

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.


Even to day is my complaint bitter: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.


So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.


The dead praise not the LORD, Neither any that go down into silence.


Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.


Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.


Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, And a sojourner, as all my fathers were.


My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or thy faithfulness in destruction?


Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.


For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.


Therefore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine 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 blow.


For these things I weep; Mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, Because the comforter that should relieve my Soul is far from me: My children are desolate, Because the enemy prevailed.


She weepeth sore in the night, And her tears are on her cheeks: Among all her lovers She hath none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her, They are become her enemies.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, My bowels are troubled, My liver is poured upon the earth, For the destruction of the daughter of my people; Because the children and the sucklings swoon 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.


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