My eyes long for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.
my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.
Answer me quickly, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not your face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the pit.
I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
Let your steadfast love come to me, O Lord, your salvation according to your promise;