and I am almost blind because of my sorrow. Each day I lift my hands in prayer to you, LORD.
Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer,
Be kind to me! I pray to you all day.
Then I lift my hands in prayer, because my soul is a desert, thirsty for water from you.
My heart is beating fast. I feel weak all over, and my eyes are red.
Jesus started crying,
The LORD said:
Instead of food, I have ashes to eat and tears to drink,
You keep me safe, LORD God. So when I pray at night,
Force the Egyptians to bring gifts of bronze; make the Ethiopians hurry to offer presents.
Morning, noon, and night you hear my concerns and my complaints.
We did not forget you or lift our hands in prayer to foreign gods.
Day and night my tears are my only food, as everyone keeps asking, “Where is your God?”
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
I am almost blind with grief; my body is a mere shadow.
My friends have rejected me, but God is the one I beg
Why do I go on living when God has me surrounded, and I can't see the road?
All who want me dead set traps to catch me, and those who want to harm and destroy me plan and plot all day.
God built a fence around me that I cannot climb over, and he chained me down.