Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength[2] of my heart and my portion forever.
For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and in irons,
For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.
that which my lips uttered and my mouth promised when I was in trouble.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.
My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.
The LORD dealt with me according to my righteousness; according to the cleanness of my hands he rewarded me.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them, and did not turn back till they were consumed.