Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.
My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.
My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
Because of this, our hearts are sick; because of these things, we can hardly see through our tears.
When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.