³ I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

¹⁴ Like a swallow `or' a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail `with looking' upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

⁸² Mine eyes fail for thy word, While I say, When wilt thou comfort me?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

¹²³ Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, And for thy righteous word.

³² Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people; and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day: and there shall be nought in the power of thy hand.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

⁷ Who in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,

²⁸ After this Jesus, knowing that all things are now finished, that the scripture might be accomplished, saith, I thirst.

¹¹ Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

²¹ They gave me also gall for my food; And in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

⁷ And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.

²¹ Let integrity and uprightness preserve me, For I wait for thee.

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

¹ How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

² How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

³ Consider `and' answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the `sleep of' death;

¹⁶ My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

²⁰ But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, And they shall have no way to flee; And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.