⁷ My eyes are swollen from grief;^(A)
they grow old because of all my enemies.

³ I am weary from my crying;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail, looking for my God.^(A)

⁹ My eyes are worn out from crying.^(A)
Lord, I cry out to you all day long;^(B)
I spread out my hands to you.^(C)