My heart throbs; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
My eyes fail from watching for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.
For my life is spent with sorrow and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
My mind reels; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.
My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.