⁷ Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

⁷ And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

¹⁰ My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.

⁹ Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

¹⁷ For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.

⁹ Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

¹⁰ For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.