My eyes grow weak(A) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

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Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;(A)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,(B)
    my soul and body(C) with grief.

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Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

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