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,