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

When I kept silent, my bones were worn out due to my groaning all the day.

I am numb and greatly bruised [deadly cold and completely worn out];
I groan because of the disquiet and moaning of my heart.

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 remain; and they all will become worn out, like a garment. You will change them like clothing, and they will pass away.