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Ps.6.7
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Ps.6.7
The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
Ps.6.7
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
Ps.6.7
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
Ps.6.7
My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
