my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
“If you direct your heart rightly, you will stretch out your hands toward him.
be gracious to me, O Lord, for to you do I cry all day long.
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
My heart throbs; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
Jesus began to weep.
Then the word of the Lord came to me:
Indeed, I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
O Lord, God of my salvation, at night, when I cry out before you,
Let bronze be brought from Egypt; let Cush hasten to stretch out its hands to God.
Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he will hear my voice.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a strange god,
My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
Why is light given to one who cannot see the way, whom God has fenced in?
Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek to hurt me speak of ruin and meditate on treachery all day long.
He has walled me about so that I cannot escape; he has put heavy chains on me;