Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and in irons,
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread. Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am a man who has no strength, like one set loose among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.
For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.
that which my lips uttered and my mouth promised when I was in trouble.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground.
A Psalm of David, for the memorial offering. O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath! For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down on me. There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin. For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me. My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David. O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath. Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
“Man is also rebuked with pain on his bed and with continual strife in his bones, so that his life loathes bread, and his appetite the choicest food. His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that were not seen stick out. His soul draws near the pit, and his life to those who bring death.
My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
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