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