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Psalm 6:7 - Y'all Version Bible

7 My eyes waste away from sorrow. They grow old 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  

“Please YHWH, remember how I have walked before you in truth and with a whole heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.


My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.


so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.


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


My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.


Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn’t take away.


My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, YHWH. I have spread out my hands to you.


‘You said, “Woe is me now! For YHWH has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.”’


For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim:


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