My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes.
My eyes fail, looking for your salvation, looking for your righteous promise.
My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
My heart falters, fear makes me tremble; the twilight I longed for has become a horror to me.
My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.