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Psalm 6:7 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

7 My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 My eye grows dim because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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Common English Bible

7 My vision fails because of my grief; it’s weak because of all my distress.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 I have labored in my groaning. Every night, with my tears, I will wash my bed and drench my blanket.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

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Psalm 6:7
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“Remember now, O Lord, I implore you, how I have walked before you in faithfulness with a whole heart and have done what is good in your sight.” Hezekiah wept bitterly.


My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.


so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.


While I kept silent, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long.


My heart throbs; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.


More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; many are those who would destroy me, my enemies who accuse me falsely. What I did not steal, must I now restore?


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


You said, “Woe is me! The Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.”


Because of this our hearts are sick; because of these things our eyes have grown dim:


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