Psalm 6:5–7

5 Among the dead no one proclaims your name.

Who praises you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from my groaning.

All night long I flood my bed with weeping

and drench my couch with tears.

7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow;

they fail because of all my foes.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who will give you praise?

6 I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.

5 For the dead do not remember you.

Who can praise you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from sobbing.

All night I flood my bed with weeping,

drenching it with my tears.

7 My vision is blurred by grief;

my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of You;

In the grave who will give You thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

All night I make my bed swim;

I drench my couch with my tears.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows old because of all my enemies.

5 Dead people don’t remember you;

those in the grave don’t praise you.

6 I am tired of crying to you.

Every night my bed is wet with tears;

my bed is soaked from my crying.

7 My eyes are weak from so much crying;

they are weak from crying about my enemies.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee:

In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

Every night make I my bed to swim;

I water my couch with my tears.

7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee? 6 I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears. 7 Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

5 In death, no one remembers you. 

In the grave, who praises you? 

6 I am worn out from my groaning. 

My eyes flood my bed every night. 

I soak my couch with tears. 

7 My eyes blur from grief. 

They fail because of my enemies. 

5 For there is no remembrance of You in death;

who can thank You in Sheol?

6 I am weary from my groaning;

with my tears I dampen my pillow

and drench my bed every night.

7 My eyes are swollen from grief;

they grow old because of all my enemies.

5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;

in Sheol who can give you praise?

6 I am weary with my moaning;

every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping.

7 My eyes waste away because of grief;

they grow weak because of all my foes.

5 For there is no remembrance of you in death.

In Sheol, who will give thanks to you?

6 I am weary with my groaning;

I flood my bed every night.

With my tears I drench my couch.

7 My eye wastes away because of vexation;

it grows old because of all my oppressors.

5 People can’t remember you when they are dead.

How can they praise you when they are in the grave?

6 My groaning has worn me out.

All night long my tears flood my bed.

My bed is wet because of my crying.

7 I’m so sad I can’t see very well.

My eyesight gets worse because of all of my enemies.

5 For there is no mention of You in death;

In Sheol who will give You thanks?

6 I am weary with my sighing;

Every night I make my bed swim,

I dissolve my couch with my tears.

7 My eye has wasted away with grief;

It has become old because of all my adversaries.