9 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am gin distress;
hmy eye is wasted from grief;
9 smy eye grows dim through sorrow.
I tspread out my hands to you.
and xthe light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
11 rMy eyes are spent with weeping;
smy stomach churns;
tmy bile is poured out to the ground
ubecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
17 For this tour heart has become sick,
for these things uour eyes have grown dim,