My heart doth pant incessantly, my strength doth quite decay; As for mine eyes, their wonted light is from me gone away.
Mine eye, consum'd with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies.
By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.
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.
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.
Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumed are my bones.