Psalms 6:7
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
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7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11 Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
51 My eye affects my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
48 My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49 My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9 He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
8 My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
11 My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.
82 My eyes fail for your word. I say, "When will you comfort me?"
2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
3 Behold, and answer me, Yahweh, my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in death;
4 Lest my enemy say, "I have prevailed against him;" Lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.
21 They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: You will bring the day that you have proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
10 For my enemies talk about me. Those who watch for my soul conspire together,
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
19 Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.
7 For he has delivered me out of all trouble. My eye has seen triumph over my enemies. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
3 Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
123 My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
5 My enemies speak evil against me: "When will he die, and his name perish?"
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
8 For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
19 Don't let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.
5 let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.
139 My zeal wears me out, because my enemies ignore your words.
2 My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.