Psalms 6:6-7 in English

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

⁷ Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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

⁷ I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with my tears.

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

⁷ Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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

⁷ Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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

⁷ Mine eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

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

⁷ Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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.

⁷ My tears blur my eyes so much that I cannot see well. My eyes have become weak because my enemies have caused me to cry constantly.

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

⁷ Mine eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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.

⁷ My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

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

⁷ Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

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

⁷ I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

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

⁷ With all my crying I can hardly see; my eyes grow weak because of the trouble my enemies cause me.

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

⁷ Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.

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.

⁷ (6-8) Mine eye is dimmed because of vexation; it waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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

⁷ Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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

⁷ (6:8) My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all my assailants.

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

⁷ I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with my tears.

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

⁷ Mine eye is wasted with grief; It hath become old because of all my enemies.

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

⁷ My eyes swollen with grief; from weeping caused by my foes.

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

⁷ My eyes swollen with grief; from weeping caused by my foes.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eyes grow dim from grief; they grow weak because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye is consumed because of grief; it groweth old because of all my enemies.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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.

⁷ Mine eye is troubled of strong vengeance; I waxed eld or old among all mine enemies.

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.)

⁷ Mine eye is troubled of strong vengeance; I wax eld among all mine enemies. (My eyes be full of grief; they grow old because of all my enemies.)

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

⁷ Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,