My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
*If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, whom God has hedged in?
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,
I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, *Where is your God?*
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange god;
Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Princes shall come out of Egypt. Kush shall hurry to stretch out her hands to God.
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.
He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.
Moreover the word of the LORD came to me, saying,
Yeshua wept.