My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands unto you.
I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
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.
My heart panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.
My eyes fail for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
[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.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.