My heart pounds, my strength fails, and even the light of my eyes has faded.
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.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.
The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!
For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You,
Jonathan, however, had not heard that his father had bound the people with the oath. So he reached out the end of the st
My spirit grows faint within me; my heart is dismayed inside me.
My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight I desired has turned to horror.
My soul faints for Your salvation; I wait for Your word.
For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are was
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of