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Psalm 6:6 - 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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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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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
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My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


For, behold, my witness is in heaven: and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.


Now also my words are in bitterness, and the hand of my scourge is more grievous than my mourning.


So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.


I will sacrifice to thee the sacrifice of praise, and I will call upon the name of the Lord.


Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul, and my belly:


Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.


Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me: thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me.


Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.


Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:


Thou hast humbled the proud one, as one that is slain: with the arm of thy strength thou hast scattered thy enemies.


O Lord God of hosts, who is like to thee? thou art mighty, O Lord, and thy truth is round about thee.


For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit look for thy truth.


And thou shalt speak this word to them: Let my eyes shed down tears night and day and let them not cease, because the virgin daughter of my people is afflicted with a great affliction, with an exceeding grievous evil.


Ain. Therefore do I weep and my eyes run down with water, because the comforter, the relief of my soul, is far from me: my children are desolate because the enemy hath prevailed.


Beth. Weeping she hath wept in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks. There is none to comfort her among all them that were dear to her: all her friends have despised her and are become her enemies.


Caph. My eyes have failed with weeping, my bowels are troubled: my liver is poured out upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people, when the children, and the sucklings, fainted away in the streets of the city.


And standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet, with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.


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