5 For there is no mention of You in death; who can praise You from Sheol? 6 I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. 7 My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
Psalms 6:5–7
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Psalms 69:2–4
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Psalms 88:2–4
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Job 16:15–17
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Psalms 22:1–3
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Job 17:6–8
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Psalms 31:9–11
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Psalms 88:8–10
8 You have removed my friends from me; You have made me repulsive to them; I am confined and cannot escape. 9 My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You. 10 Do You work wonders for the dead? Do departed spirits rise up to pr…
Job 30:16–18
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