My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.
My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning—more than watchmen wait for the morning.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pi
All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help. We watched from our towers for a nation that could no
My soul faints for Your salvation; I wait for Your word.