Have pity, Lord! I am hurting and almost blind. My whole body aches.
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
and I am almost blind because of my sorrow. Each day I lift my hands in prayer to you, Lord.
My body and mind may fail, but you are my strength and my choice forever.
We feel sick all over and can't even see straight;
Our eyes became weary, hopelessly looking for help from a nation that could not save us.
Some of you were prisoners suffering in deepest darkness and bound by chains,
I am sick all day, and I am punished each morning.
when I was in trouble.
We are flat on the ground, holding on to the dust.
I am almost blind with grief; my body is a mere shadow.
When I was fenced in, you freed and rescued me because you love me.
You are good to me, Lord, because I do right, and you reward me because I am innocent.
I kept chasing my enemies, until I caught them and destroyed them.