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Psalm 6:7 - Modern King James Version

7 My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all my enemies.

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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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Psalm 6:7
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I pray, O Jehovah, remember now how I have walked before You in truth and with a sincere heart, and have done good in Your sight. And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.


My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.


so I am made to possess months of vanity, and weary nights are appointed to me.


When I kept silence, my bones became old through my roaring 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 who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they who would destroy me are mighty, my lying enemies. Then I restored what I did not take away.


My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.


You said, Woe is me now, for Jehovah has added grief to my sorrow. I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.


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


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