⁷ My eyes have grown dim with grief;^(A)
    my whole frame is but a shadow.^(B)

⁹ Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;^(A)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,^(B)
    my soul and body^(C) with grief.

⁹     my eyes^(A) are dim with grief.

I call^(B) to you, Lord, every day;
    I spread out my hands^(C) to you.