My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
My eyes fail for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
[To the Chief Musician. A maschil, for the Sons of Korah.] As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.
My heart panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.
My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.