Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
My eye grows dim with grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
My eye grows dim because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
I have labored in my groaning. Every night, with my tears, I will wash my bed and drench my blanket.
My eyes are swollen from grief; they grow old because of all my enemies.
My vision fails because of my grief; it’s weak because of all my distress.
I am worn out with groaning; all night I drench my bed with tears, flooding my couch till it swims.
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.
I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
I am so sad that my eyes do not see well any more. They are becoming weak because of all my enemies.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
With all my crying I can hardly see; my eyes grow weak because of the trouble my enemies cause me.
My eyes blur from grief. They fail because of my enemies.
Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
I can hardly see; my eyes are so swollen from the weeping caused by my enemies.
I can hardly see; my eyes are so swollen from the weeping caused by my enemies.
I can hardly see; my eyes are so swollen from the weeping caused by my enemies.
My eyes are swollen from grief; they grow old because of all my enemies.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
My eye has wasted away with grief; It has become old because of all my adversaries.
My eye wastes away because of vexation; it grows old because of all my oppressors.
My eye wastes away from grief; it grows weak because of all those hostile to me.
My eye has wasted away with grief; It has grown old because of all my enemies.
My eye has wasted away with grief; It has become old because of all my adversaries.
My eyes are weak from so much crying; they are weak from crying about my enemies.
My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
I’m so sad I can’t see very well. My eyesight gets worse because of all my enemies.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
God made everything First of all, a long time ago, God made everything. He made the sky, and he made the earth. He made all the things that are everywhere. The earth didn’t have any shape. It d
My eye wastes away because of grief, it grows weak because of all my foes.
My eye wastes away because of grief, it grows weak because of all my foes.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
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I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind,
I am weary with my groaning; all the lailah flood I my mittah with weeping; I water my couch with my tears.
My eye has grown dim because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
I am worn out with my groaning. Every night I make my bed swim, drenching my pillow with my tears.
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.
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.
Mine eye is troubled of strong vengeance; I waxed eld or old among all mine enemies.
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries
Es aconsejable tomar continuamente en consideración el versículo Psalms, 6:7 de La Sagrada Biblia para analizarlo y pensar sobre él.Seguramente deberíamos hacernos la pregunta ¿Qué trataba de decirnos el Señor con el versículo Psalms, 6:7? ¿En qué coyunturas de nuestra vida diaria tenemos la oportunidad de hacer valer lo que hemos aprendido gracias al versículo Psalms, 6:7 de Las Sagradas Escrituras?
Reflexionar sobre el versículo Psalms, 6:7 nos supone una ayuda a ser mejores personas y a elevar nuestra alma hacia Dios, por ese motivo es bueno recurrir al versículo Psalms, 6:7 cada vez que precisemos que la palabra de Dios, Nuestro Señor nos indique el camino a seguir de modo que podamos saber en qué forma acturar o para traer paz a nuestras almas.