Be gracious to me, Lord,
because I am in distress;
my eyes are worn out from angry sorrow—
my whole being as well.

My eyes are worn out from crying.
Lord, I cry out to You all day long;
I spread out my hands to You.

They will perish, but You will endure;
all of them will wear out like clothing.
You will change them like a garment,
and they will pass away.

Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and He brought them out of their distress.

The Lord is near all who call out to Him,
all who call out to Him with integrity.