⁷ My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

⁷ My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.

¹⁰ My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.

⁹ My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

¹⁷ Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;

⁹ Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.

¹⁰ My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

³ When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.