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Psalm 6:7 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

7 Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows old, Because of all mine 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  

When as I did refrain my speech, and silent was my tongue, My bones then waxed old, because I roared all day long.


My heart doth pant incessantly, my strength doth quite decay; As for mine eyes, their wonted light is from me gone away.


Those men that do without a cause bear hatred unto me, Than are the hairs upon my head in number more they be: They that would me destroy, and are mine en'mies wrongfully, Are mighty: so what I took not, to render forc'd was I.


By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.


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