My eyes have pined away for Your deliverance, And for the word of Your righteousness.
My being looks to יהוה More than those watching for morning, watching for morning.
Hasten, answer me, O יהוה ; My spirit fails! Do not hide Your face from me, Lest I be like those going down into the pit.
I am worn out from my crying; My throat is dry; My eyes grow dim As I wait for my Elohim.
While we exist, our eyes are consumed, Watching vainly for our help. In our watch-tower we watched for a nation That could not save.
And let Your kindnesses come to me, O יהוה ; Your deliverance, according to Your word,