Утомлён я воздыханиями моими: каждую ночь омываю ложе моё, слезами моими омочаю постель мою.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
My eye has wasted away with grief; It has become old because of all my adversaries.
My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.