my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you.
"If you prepare your heart, you will stretch out your hands toward him.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for to you do I cry all the day.
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah
My heart throbs; my strength fails me, and the light of my eyes -- it also has gone from me.
Jesus wept.
Then the word of the LORD came to me:
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
O LORD, God of my salvation; I cry out day and night before you.
Nobles shall come from Egypt; Cush shall hasten to stretch out her hands to God.
Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he hears my voice.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.
He has walled me about so that I cannot escape; he has made my chains heavy;