My sight has grown weak because of my sadness, and my body is as thin as a shadow.
My face is red from crying; I have dark circles around my eyes.
The one who speaks for me is my friend. My eyes pour out tears to God.
You have made me thin and weak, and this shows I have done wrong.
My body is covered with worms and scabs, and my skin is broken and full of sores.
I am dying like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
My eyes are weak from so much crying; they are weak from crying about my enemies.
Get away from me, all you who do evil, because the Lord has heard my crying.
People have only a few useless days of life on the earth; their short life passes like a shadow. Who knows what is best for them while they live? Who can tell them what the future will bring?
Because of this we are afraid, and now our eyes are dim.