Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
Mine eye fell away from grief; it grew old among all mine enemies.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
And mine eye shall be weak from vexation, and my thoughts as a shadow all of them.
Continuing, yet our eyes will fail, for our help in vain: in our watching we watched for a nation it will not save us.
For this our heart was languid; for this our eyes were darkened.
To the overseer upon the stringed instruments upon the octave, chanting of David. O Jehovah, not in thine anger wilt thou correct me, and not in thy wrath wilt thou chastise me.
I was poured out as water, and all my bones were sundered; my heart was as wax being melted in the midst of my bowels.
Chanting of David to bring to remembrance.
For our soul was bowed down to the dust: our belly was glued to the earth.
And I am struck all the day, and my reproofs for the mornings.
For my soul was filled with evils, and my life touched upon hades.
For my days were finished in smoke, and my bones burnt as fuel.
They sitting in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound with affliction and iron.
And he was chastened with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones perpetually.