My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
O Lord, keep in mind how I have been true to you with all my heart, and have done what is good in your eyes. And Hezekiah gave way to bitter weeping.
My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
Those who have hate for me without cause are greater in number than the hairs of my head; those who are against me, falsely desiring my destruction, are very strong; I gave back what I had not taken away.
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
You said, Sorrow is mine! for the Lord has given me sorrow in addition to my pain; I am tired with the sound of my sorrow, and I get no rest.
Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;