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In death, there is no memory of you.
    Who will give you thanks where the dead are?[a]

I am weary from my groaning.
    Every night my couch is drenched with tears,
        my bed is soaked through.
My eyesight has faded because of grief,
    it has dimmed because of all my enemies.

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  1. Psalm 6:5 Lit. thanks in Sheol; a reference to the realm of the dead

Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?(A)

I am worn out(B) from my groaning.(C)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(D)
    and drench my couch with tears.(E)
My eyes grow weak(F) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

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