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Psalm 6:7 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my 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
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Remember now, LORD, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. Chizkiyahu wept sore.


My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.


so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.


When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.


My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.


Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.


My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.


You did say, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.


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