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.
“As for you, if you prove faithful, and if you stretch out your hands toward him,
My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?
For I eat ashes as if they were bread, and mix my drink with my tears,
I spread my hands out to you in prayer; my soul thirsts for you in a parched land.
My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
Those who seek my life try to entrap me; those who want to harm me speak destructive words; all day long they say deceitful things.
I cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”
If we had rejected our God, and spread out our hands in prayer to another god,
During the evening, morning, and noontime I will lament and moan, and he will hear me.
My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
They come with red cloth from Egypt, Ethiopia voluntarily offers tribute to God.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I cry out to you all day long!
O Lord God who delivers me! By day I cry out and at night I pray before you.
He has walled me in so that I cannot get out; he has weighted me down with heavy prison chains.
Then the word of the Lord came to me:
Jesus wept.