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For there is no remembrance of you in death.
In Sheol, who will give thanks to you?
I am weary with my groaning;
I flood[a] my bed every night.
With my tears I drench[b] my couch.
My eye wastes away because of vexation;
it grows old because of all my oppressors.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 6:6 Literally “I make my bed float”
  2. Psalm 6:6 Literally “I cause to melt”