My heart pounds, and my strength is gone. I am losing my sight.
My eyes are tired from looking for your salvation and for your good promise.
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.
As a deer thirsts for streams of water, so I thirst for you, God.
My eyes are weak from so much crying; they are weak from crying about my enemies.
I am tired from calling for help; my throat is sore. My eyes are tired from waiting for God to help me.
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 worried, and I am shaking with fear. My pleasant evening has become a night of fear.
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.