For (A)there is no [a]mention of You in death;
In [b]Sheol who will give You thanks?

I am (B)weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I dissolve my couch with (C)my tears.
My (D)eye has wasted away with grief;
It has become old because of all my adversaries.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 6:5 Or remembrance
  2. Psalm 6:5 I.e. the nether world