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Psalm 6:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)

7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.

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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  

‘Remember, Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly.


My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.


so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.


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


My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes.


Those who hate me without reason outnumber the hairs of my head; many are my enemies without cause, those who seek to destroy me. I am forced to restore what I did not steal.


my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.


You said, “Woe to me! The Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am worn out with groaning and find no rest.”


Because of this our hearts are faint; because of these things our eyes grow dim


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