Psalm 6:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Féach an chaibidilTuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 17697 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies. Féach an chaibidilAmplified Bible - Classic Edition7 My eye grows dim because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies. Féach an chaibidilAmerican Standard Version (1901)7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries. Féach an chaibidilCommon English Bible7 My vision fails because of my grief; it’s weak because of all my distress. Féach an chaibidilCatholic Public Domain Version7 I have labored in my groaning. Every night, with my tears, I will wash my bed and drench my blanket. Féach an chaibidilDouay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version7 I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears. Féach an chaibidil |