I am wearied with sighing; all night long I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch with weeping.
“Ah, Lord, remember how faithfully and wholeheartedly I conducted myself in your presence, doing what was good in your sight!” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.
My eyes are blind with anguish, and my whole frame is like a shadow.
So I have been assigned months of futility, and troubled nights have been counted off for me.
Because I kept silent, my bones wasted away; I groaned all day long.
My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you; my groaning is not hidden from you.
I am weary with crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, from looking for my God.
Because of you my acquaintances shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;
You said, “Woe is me! the Lord has added grief to my pain. I have worn myself out with groaning; rest eludes me.”
Because of this our hearts grow sick, at this our eyes grow dim: