My heart pounds, and my strength is gone. I am losing my sight.
My eyes are weak from so much crying; they are weak from crying about my enemies.
My eyes are weak from crying. Lord, I have prayed to you every day; I have lifted my hands in prayer to you.
I am tired from calling for help; my throat is sore. My eyes are tired from waiting for God to help me.
My eyes have no more tears, and I am sick to my stomach. I feel empty inside, because my people have been destroyed. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.
I am worried, and I am shaking with fear. My pleasant evening has become a night of fear.
My eyes are tired from looking for your salvation and for your good promise.
As a deer thirsts for streams of water, so I thirst for you, God.
My life is ending in sadness, and my years are spent in crying. My troubles are using up my strength, and my bones are getting weaker.