my eyes grow dim from affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
“If you prepare your heart and stretch out your hands toward Him;
Be merciful to me, O Lord, for to You I cry all day long.
I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land. Selah
My heart throbs, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
Jesus wept.
Moreover the word of the Lord came to me, saying:
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle my drink with tears,
O Lord, God of my salvation, I cry out day and night before You.
Envoys will come from Egypt; Ethiopia will quickly stretch out her hands to God.
Evening and morning and at noon will I reflect and groan, and He will hear my voice.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or stretched out our hands to a foreign god,
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, “Where is your God?”
My eyes waste away from grief; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears unto God.
And why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my harm speak of destruction, and plan treachery all day long.
He has hedged me in so that I cannot get out; He has made my chain heavy.