Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
Some sat in darkness, in utter darkness, prisoners suffering in iron chains,
The Lord has dealt with me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed.
We are brought down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
vows my lips promised and my mouth spoke when I was in trouble.
All day long I have been afflicted, and every morning brings new punishments.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
Moreover, our eyes failed, looking in vain for help; from our towers we watched for a nation that could not save us.
Because of this our hearts are faint, because of these things our eyes grow dim