I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; my eyes fail with waiting [hopefully] for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am tired of crying. My throat is hoarse. My eyes are exhausted with waiting for my God.
May those who seek my soul be confounded and awed.
Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:
Mine eyes do fail with looking long for thy salvation, The word of thy pure righteousness while I do wait upon.
Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say, When wilt thou comfort give?
My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.
All day, my God, to thee I cry, yet am not heard by thee; And in the season of the night I cannot silent be.
Let uprightness and truth keep me, who thee attend.
And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is fix'd on thee.
He put a new song in my mouth, our God to magnify: Many shall see it, and shall fear, and on the Lord rely.
I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered.
They also bitter gall did give unto me for my meat: They gave me vinegar to drink, when as my thirst was great.
Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast me press'd with all thy waves.