7My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
7My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
4 Turn, O Lord , and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love.
5 No one remembers you when he is dead. Who praises you from the grave 1 ?
6 I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
7 My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
8 Away from me, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer.
6:7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
6:7My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.
6:7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
6:7Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.
6:7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
6:7My eye is consumed because of grief; it groweth old because of all my enemies.
6:7My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
6:7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
6:7My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all my enemies.