My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
My eyes fail for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all my enemies.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily on you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear to me.
My eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.