⁹ My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

¹³ "If you set your heart aright, Stretch out your hands toward him.

⁶ I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.

³ Be merciful to me, Lord, For I call to you all day long.

¹⁰ My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

³⁵ Jesus wept.

¹¹ Moreover the word of Yahweh came to me, saying,

⁴⁸ My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

⁴⁹ My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,

⁹ For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with tears,

¹ > Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.

³¹ Princes shall come out of Egypt. Ethiopia shall hurry to stretch out her hands to God.

¹⁷ Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

²⁰ If we have forgotten the name of our God, Or spread forth our hands to a strange god;

³ My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.

⁷ My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

²⁰ My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,