3  ^rI am weary with my crying out;

my throat is parched.

^sMy eyes grow dim

with waiting for my God.

9  ^xmy eye grows dim through sorrow.

^yEvery day I call upon you, O Lord;

I spread out my hands to you.

17  For this our heart ⁿhas become sick,

for these things our ^oeyes have grown dim,