Salmos 6

The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

Heme consumido á fuerza de gemir: todas las noches inundo mi lecho, riego mi estrado con mis lágrimas.

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. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.