Salmos 6

I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

Mis ojos están carcomidos de descontento; hanse envejecido á causa de todos mis angustiadores.

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 adversaries.