Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, yes, my soul and my body.
My eyes waste away from grief; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
my eyes grow dim from affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
My flesh and my heart fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes grow dim;
Our eyes failed us, watching vainly for help; in our watchtowers we watched for a nation that could not save us.
There were those who sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and irons,
For all the day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.
which my lips have uttered, and my mouth promised when I was in trouble.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body clings to the ground.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
He brought me to the open expanse; He rescued me, for He delighted in me.
The Lord rewarded me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands He has recompensed me.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not return until they were consumed.