Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well.
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
For I am afflicted all day long and punished every morning.
For our soul has sunk to the dust; our bodies cling to the earth.
For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments, according to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, do not rebuke me in Yo
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
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,
A Psalm of David, for remembrance. O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.
Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and chains,
the vows that my lips promised and my mouth spoke in my distress.