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Psalm 6:7 - American Standard Version 2015

Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;\par\tab It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Remember now, O Jehovah, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.


Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,\par\tab And all my members are as a shadow.


So am I made to possess months of misery,\par\tab And wearisome nights are appointed to me.


When I kept silence, my bones wasted away\par\tab Through my groaning all the day long.


My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:\par\tab As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.


They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head:\par\tab They that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty:\par\tab That which I took not away I have to restore.


Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:\par\tab I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;\par\tab I have spread forth my hands unto thee.


Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.


For this our heart is faint;\par\tab For these things our eyes are dim;