My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
6:6 I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
6:7 My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
6:8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.