⁷ My vision is blurred by grief;
    my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

¹⁰ My heart beats wildly, my strength fails,
    and I am going blind.

⁷ My eyes are swollen with weeping,
    and I am but a shadow of my former self.

¹⁷ Our hearts are sick and weary,
    and our eyes grow dim with tears.

⁹     My eyes are blinded by my tears.
Each day I beg for your help, O Lord;
    I lift my hands to you for mercy.

³ When I refused to confess my sin,
    my body wasted away,
    and I groaned all day long.

⁹ Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress.
    Tears blur my eyes.
    My body and soul are withering away.
¹⁰ I am dying from grief;
    my years are shortened by sadness.
Sin has drained my strength;
    I am wasting away from within.