My eyes long for your promise; I ask, “When will you comfort me?”
I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
My eyes long for your salvation and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.
My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.
I said, I shall not see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil.
Show me a sign of your favor, that those who hate me may see and be put to shame because you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me.
Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, while your eyes look on and fail with longing for them all day long, but you shall be helpless.
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