Psalms 6:5-6 in English

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

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

⁵ Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: save me for thy mercy's sake.

⁶ For in death no man remembers thee: and who will give thee thanks in Hades?

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

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

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

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

⁵ For in death no man remembers you: and who will give you thanks in Hades?

⁶ I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

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

⁵ I will not be able to praise you after I die RHQ; No one in the place of the dead praises you.

⁶ I am exhausted/groan from my pain. At night I cry very much, with the result that my bed and my pillow become wet from my tears.

⁵ For in death no man remembers you: and who will give you thanks in Hades?

⁶ I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?

⁶ The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee?

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

⁵ Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

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

⁵ For no one remembers you when they're dead. Who is able to praise you from the grave?

⁶ My groaning has exhausted me. Every night I soak my bed with my crying; I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall prayse thee?

⁶ I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.

⁵ (6-6) For in death there is no remembrance of Thee; in the nether-world who will give Thee thanks?

⁶ (6-7) I am weary with my groaning; every night make I my bed to swim; I melt away my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks?

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

⁵ (6:6) For in death men do not remember thee: in the nether world, who shall give thee thanks?

⁶ (6:7) I am weary with my sighing; I flood every night my bed; With my tears I moisten my couch.

⁵ Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: Save me for thy mercy’s sake.

⁶ For in death no man remembers thee: And who will give thee thanks in Hades?

⁵ For in death no praise is given to thee; In the underworld who can give thee thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; All the night I make my bed to swim, And drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death none can call you to mind; in Sheol who can praise you?

⁶ I am so weary of sighing. All the night I make my bed swim, and wet my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death none can call you to mind; in Sheol who can praise you?

⁶ I am so weary of sighing. All the night I make my bed swim, and wet my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol ·Place of the dead·, who shall yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to you?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of you. In Sheol who will give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. All night I drench my bed with tears; I wash my couch away with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who will give thee thanks?

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

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁵ For none there is in death, that is mindful of thee; but in hell who shall acknowledge to thee?

⁶ I travailed in my wailing, I shall wash my bed by each night; I shall moisten, either make wet, my bedstraw with my tears.

⁵ For none there is in death, that is mindful of thee; but in hell who shall acknowledge to thee? (For there is no one among the dead, who remembereth thee; who shall praise thee in Sheol, or in the land of the dead? or who shall praise thee in the grave?)

⁶ I travailed in my wailing, I shall wash my bed by each night; I shall moisten, either make wet, my bedstraw with my tears. (I am travailed, or made weary, from all my wailing, and each night I wash my bed with my weeping; yea, I moisten my bedstraw with my tears.)

⁵ For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

⁶ I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.