My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
If you prepare your heart and stretch out your hands toward Him;
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.
My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.
To a man whose way is hidden, God has made a hedge about him.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mixed my drink with weeping,
I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land. Selah.
My heart pants; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
And those who seek my life lay snares for me; and those who seek my hurt speak sly things, and utter deceits all the day long.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god,
Evening and morning, and at noon, I will pray and cry aloud; and He shall hear my voice.
My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all my enemies.
Princes shall come out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall stretch out her hands to God.
Be merciful to me, O Lord; for I cry to You daily.
A Song. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the Chief Musician. On Mahalath, to make humble. A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before You.
He has set a fence around me and I cannot go out; He has made my bronze chain heavy.
And the Word of Jehovah came to me, saying,
Jesus wept.