my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
“Yet if you devote your heart to him and stretch out your hands to him,
have mercy on me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.
I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes.
Jesus wept.
Then the word of the Lord came to me:
For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears
Lord, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you.
Envoys will come from Egypt; Cush will submit herself to God.
Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Those who want to kill me set their traps, those who would harm me talk of my ruin; all day long they scheme and lie.
He has walled me in so I cannot escape; he has weighed me down with chains.