Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
And He bringeth me out to a large place, He draweth me out for He delighted in me.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,
Jehovah doth recompense me According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, He doth return to me.
I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed.
For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
For opened were my lips, And my mouth spake in my distress:
And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion `is' God to the age.
Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation `that' saveth not.
For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.