I am (A)weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I flood my couch with (B)my tears.
My (C)eye has wasted away with grief;
It has grown old because of all my enemies.

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I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

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

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