My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well.
You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
I am fading away like a lengthening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who
Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—