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Psalm 6:7 - 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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English Standard Version 2016

7 My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.

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Psalm 6:7
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I beseech thee, O LORD, remember now 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, And all my members are as a shadow.


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


When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.


My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: 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 mine head: They that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: Then I restored that which I took not away.


Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.


Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath 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.


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