My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all my enemies.

Keep me as the pupil, the daughter of the eye; hide me under the shadow of Your wings,

Have mercy on me, O Jehovah, for I am in trouble; my eye has become old with grief, my soul and my belly.

I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you should go; I will counsel you, My eye shall be on you.

Behold, the eye of Jehovah is to those who fear Him, on those who hope in His mercy;

Let not those who are my lying enemies rejoice over me, those who hate me without cause wink with the eye.

For He has delivered me out of all trouble; and my eye has seen its desire on my enemies.

Also my eye shall see my desire on my enemies, and my ears shall hear the wicked who rise up against me.

He who planted the ear, shall He not hear? He who formed the eye, shall He not see?

My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.