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For in death there is no memory of you.
    In Sheol,[a] who shall give you thanks?
I am weary with my groaning.
    Every night I flood my bed.
    I drench my couch with my tears.
My eye wastes away because of grief.
    It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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Footnotes

  1. 6:5 Sheol is the place 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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