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Psalm 6:7 - King James 2000

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

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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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I beseech you, O LORD, remember now how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept bitterly.


My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.


So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.


When I kept silence, my bones grew old through my groaning all the day long.


My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.


They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: they that would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.


My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.


You did say, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.


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