⁷ My eyes are swollen with weeping,
    and I am but a shadow of my former self.

⁹ Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress.
    Tears blur my eyes.
    My body and soul are withering away.
¹⁰ I am dying from grief;
    my years are shortened by sadness.
Sin has drained my strength;
    I am wasting away from within.

⁷ My vision is blurred by grief;
    my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

¹⁶ My eyes are red with weeping;
    dark shadows circle my eyes.

¹⁷ Our hearts are sick and weary,
    and our eyes grow dim with tears.

²³ I am fading like a shadow at dusk;
    I am brushed off like a locust.

⁸ As if to prove I have sinned, you’ve reduced me to skin and bones.
    My gaunt flesh testifies against me.