My eyes have pined away for Your deliverance, And for the word of Your righteousness.
And let Your kindnesses come to me, O יהוה ; Your deliverance, according to Your word,
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.