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.

¹³ But if you put your heart right, stretching out your hands to him;

⁶ My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)

³ Have mercy on me, O Lord; for my cry goes up to you all the day.

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

³⁵ And Jesus himself was weeping.

¹¹ Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying,

⁴⁸ Rivers of water are running down from my eyes, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

⁴⁹ My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,

⁹ I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:

¹ <A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.> O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:

³¹ Kings will give you offerings, they will come out of Egypt; from Pathros will come offerings of silver; Ethiopia will be stretching out her hands to God.

¹⁷ In the evening and in the morning and in the middle of the day I will make my prayer with sounds of grief; and my voice will come to his ears.

²⁰ If the name of our God has gone out of our minds, or if our hands have been stretched out to a strange god,

³ My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

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.

²⁰ My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,