9 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am gin distress;
hmy eye is wasted from grief;
my soul and my body also.
9 smy eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
I tspread out my hands to you.
10 My heart throbs; my strength fails me,
and xthe light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
7 My peye has grown dim from vexation,
and all my members are like qa shadow.
11 rMy eyes are spent with weeping;
smy stomach churns;
tmy bile is poured out to the ground
ubecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
in the streets of the city.
17 For this tour heart has become sick,
for these things uour eyes have grown dim,