Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, And for thy righteous word.
My soul waiteth for the Lord More than watchmen wait for the morning; Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.
Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Our eyes do yet fail in looking for our vain help: In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.
Let thy lovingkindnesses also come unto me, O Jehovah, Even thy salvation, according to thy word.