Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
Mine eyes have been consumed for Thy salvation. And for the saying of Thy righteousness.
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
Do with me a sign for good, And those hating me see and are ashamed, For Thou, O Jehovah, hast helped me, Yea, Thou hast comforted me!
Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life `is' the coming desire.
I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
`Thy sons and thy daughters `are' given to another people, and thine eyes are looking and consuming for them all the day, and thy hand is not to God!