My eyes fail with watching for thy salvation, and for the fulfilment of thy righteous promise.
my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.
Make haste to answer me, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the Pit.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
Let thy steadfast love come to me, O Lord, thy salvation according to thy promise;