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Psalm 6:7 - Easy To Read Version

My enemies have given me many troubles.\par This made me very sad with grief.\par Now my eyes are weak from crying.\par

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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  

“Lord, remember that I have truly served you with all my heart. I have done the things that you say are good.” Then Hezekiah cried very hard.


My eyes have become almost blind\par because I am very sad and in great pain.\par My whole body has become very thin,\par like a shadow.\par


Month after frustrating month\par has gone by.\par I have had night after night of suffering.\par


God, I prayed to you again and again,\par but I did not talk \{about my secret sins\}.\par I only became weaker every time I prayed.\par


My heart is pounding.\par My strength is gone,\par and I am going blind {\cf2\super [230]} .\par


I have more enemies\par than the hairs on my head.\par They hate me for no reason.\par They try hard to destroy me.\par My enemies tell lies about me.\par They lied and said I stole things.\par And then they forced me to pay\par for things I did not steal.\par


My eyes hurt from \{crying about\}\par all my suffering.\par Lord, I pray to you constantly!\par I lift my arms in prayer to you.\par


‘Baruch, you have said: It is very bad for me. The Lord has given me sorrow along with my pain. I am very tired. I am worn out because of my suffering. I can’t find rest.’


Because of these things,\par our hearts have become sick,\par our eyes cannot see clearly.\par