My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.
My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My bile is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.
My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.
My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.