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quoniam non est in morte recordatio tui in inferno quis confitebitur tibi

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

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

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

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

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

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

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

I am weary with my groanings, and I have watered my bed every night and I wash my mattress with my tears.

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

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

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

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my pillow and drench my bed every night.

I am weary from my groaning. Every night my couch is drenched with tears, my bed is soaked through.

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I dissolve my couch with my tears.

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.

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

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

I am crying so much that I have no more strength. My bed becomes wet because I weep all night. My tears run into my pillow.

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

I am tired of crying inside myself. All night long my pillow is wet with tears. I flood my bed with them.

I’m exhausted. I cannot even speak, my voice fading as sighs. Every day ends in the same place—lying in bed, covered in tears, my pillow wet with sorrow.

I am worn out with pain; every night my pillow is wet with tears.

For among the dead who remembers you? In the netherworld who sings your praises?

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night I flood my bed; I water my couch with my tears.

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my bed and drench my couch every night.

I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am tired of crying to you. Every night my bed is wet with tears; my bed is soaked from my crying.

I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.

I am worn out from my groaning. I flood my bed all night long. With my tears I drench my couch.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

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.)

My groaning has worn me out. At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I’m worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through.

I am weary with my groaning; Every night I soak my bed with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

For in death there is no remembrance of you. Who praises you in Sheol?

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

I am ·tired [weary] ·of crying to you [L because of my moaning]. Every night ·my bed is wet [L I flood my pillow] with tears; my bed is soaked from my crying.

For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.

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

for in death, no one remembers you; in Sh’ol, who will praise you?

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am weary with my groaning; all the lailah flood I my mittah with weeping; I water my couch with my tears.

I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.

I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping; I drench my couch with my tears.

Lord, I am so weak. I cried to you all night. My pillow is soaked; my bed is dripping wet from my tears.

I am tired of crying to you. Every night my bed is wet with tears. My bed is soaked from my crying.

I am weary with my groaning; I flood my bed every night. With my tears I drench my couch.

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.