Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say, When wilt thou comfort give?
I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.
Mine eyes do fail with looking long for thy salvation, The word of thy pure righteousness while I do wait upon.
Shew me a sign for good, that they which do me hate may see, And be asham'd; because thou, Lord, didst help and comfort me.