My heart throbs; my strength fails me, and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.
My heart staggers; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.
My eyes long for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.
For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.