9  Be gracious to me, O Lord, for ^aI am in distress;

^bmy eye is wasted from grief;

my soul and my body also.

9  ^xmy eye grows dim through sorrow.

^yEvery day I call upon you, O Lord;

I spread out my hands to you.

10  My heart throbs; my strength fails me,

and ^gthe light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.

7  ^yMy eye has grown dim from vexation,

and all my members are like a shadow.

11  My eyes are spent with weeping;

^cmy stomach churns;

my bile is poured out to the ground

^dbecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people,

because ^einfants and babies faint

in the streets of the city.

17  For this our heart ⁿhas become sick,

for these things our ^oeyes have grown dim,