O Jehovah, before thee all my desire, and my sighing was not hid from thee.
Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
I was wearied in my calling, my throat was dried up: mine eyes failed waiting for my God.
Mine eyes failed with tears, my bowels were in a ferment, my liver was poured out to the earth, upon the breaking of the daughter of my people; in the fainting of the child and suckling in the wide places of the city.
My heart wandered; trembling made me afraid: the evening twilight of my desire he put to me for fear.
Mine eyes failed for thy salvation, and for the word of thy justice.
To the overseer instructing for the sons of Borah. As the stag will long for the channels of waters, thus will my soul long for thee, O God.
For my life was finished in sorrow, and my years in sighing: my strength was weak in mine iniquity, and my bones fell away.