My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
My eyes grow tired as I wait for your deliverance, for your reliable promise to be fulfilled.
For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!
My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.
My heart palpitates, I shake in fear; the twilight I desired has brought me terror.
My eyes are worn out from weeping; my stomach is in knots. My heart is poured out on the ground due to the destruction of my helpless people; children and infants faint in the town squares. ל (Lamed)