Psalms 6:7
I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Mine eye{H5869} wasteth{H6244} away because of grief;{H3708} It waxeth old{H6275} because of all mine adversaries.{H6887}
Mine eye{H5869} is consumed{H6244}{(H8804)} because of grief{H3708}; it waxeth old{H6275}{(H8804)} because of all mine enemies{H6887}{(H8802)}.
My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
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7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
11 My life is consumed with grief and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasting away.
6 For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
51 My eyes bring grief to my soul because of all the daughters of my city.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
8 My eyes grow weak from sorrow; they fail because of all my adversaries.
3 I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
48 Streams of water run down from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49 My eyes pour without ceasing, without relief,
20 My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8 You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
9 His anger tears at me, and he hates me; he gnashes his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
8 I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
9 You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
11 But You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
82 My eyes fail, longing for Your promise, saying, 'When will You comfort me?
2 How long, Lord, will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
3 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and have sorrow in my heart daily? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
4 Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death.
21 People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.
10 For my enemies have spoken against me; those who watch my life conspire together.
3 For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground and making me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
19 Look at my enemies, for they are many, and they hate me with violent hatred.
7 He will bring evil back upon my enemies; in Your faithfulness, destroy them.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see good again.
8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
3 Pay attention to me and answer me. My thoughts are restless, and I am distraught.
9 Protect me from the wicked who attack me, from my life’s enemies who surround me.
123 My eyes long for Your salvation and for the fulfillment of Your righteous promise.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
2 Surely mockers are with me, and my eye must dwell on their provocations.
5 I said, 'O LORD, have mercy on me; heal my soul, for I have sinned against you.'
4 I remember God and moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah.
8 But my eyes are fixed on You, LORD, my Lord. In You I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
19 Do not let my deceitful enemies rejoice over me; do not let those who hate me without cause wink maliciously.
5 if I have repaid my friend with evil or have plundered my enemy without cause,
139 My zeal consumes me because my adversaries forget Your words.
2 Be gracious to me, O God, for mankind pursues me; all day long an attacker oppresses me!
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.