My eyes grow weak because of my suffering. All day long I call out to you, O Lord. I stretch out my hands to you ⌞in prayer⌟.
“If you want to set your heart right, then pray to him.
the spokesman for my thoughts. My eyes drip ⌞with tears⌟ to God
Now my eyes are blurred from grief. Now all my limbs are like a shadow.
Why give light to those whose paths have been hidden, to those whom God has fenced in?
I eat ashes like bread and my tears are mixed with my drink
I stretch out my hands to you in prayer. Like parched land, my soul thirsts for you. Selah
My heart is pounding. I have lost my strength. Even the light of my eyes has left me.
Those who seek my life lay traps for me. Those who are out to harm me talk about ruining me. All day long they think of ways to deceive me.
My tears are my food day and night. People ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
If we forgot the name of our God or stretched out our hands to pray to another god,
Morning, noon, and night I complain and groan, and he listens to my voice.
My eyes blur from grief. They fail because of my enemies.
Ambassadors will come from Egypt. Sudan will stretch out its hands to God ⌞in prayer⌟.
Have pity on me, O Lord, because I call out to you all day long.
O Lord God, my savior, I cry out to you during the day and at night.
He has blocked me so that I can’t get out. He has put heavy chains on me.
The Lord spoke his word to me. He said,
Jesus cried.