Psalms 6:6
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
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7My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
3so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
11"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
6when I remember you on my bed, and think about you in the night watches.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
3I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
2Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
5For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
6I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:
3"Surely I will not come into the structure of my house, nor go up into my bed;
4I will not give sleep to my eyes, or slumber to my eyelids;
7Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
8Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
4For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
40This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
2My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
3For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
1"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
4You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
6I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
6"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
2I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
5The waters surrounded me, even to the soul. The deep was around me. The weeds were wrapped around my head.
5I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.
13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.