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10 My heart throbs; my strength fails me;
    as for the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.

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My eyes waste away because of grief;
    they grow weak because of all my foes.(A)

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    my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O Lord;
    I spread out my hands to you.(A)

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I am weary with my crying;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes grow dim
    with waiting for my God.(A)

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16 The crown has fallen from our head;
    woe to us, for we have sinned!
17 Because of this our hearts are sick;
    because of these things our eyes have grown dim:(A)

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11 My eyes are spent with weeping;
    my stomach churns;
my bile is poured out on the ground
    because of the destruction of my people,[a]
because infants and babes faint
    in the streets of the city.(A)

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Footnotes

  1. 2.11 Heb the daughter of my people

My mind reels; horror has appalled me;
    the twilight I longed for
    has been turned for me into trembling.(A)

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Therefore my spirit faints within me;
    my heart within me is appalled.(A)

I remember the days of old;
    I think about all your deeds;
    I meditate on the works of your hands.(B)
I stretch out my hands to you;
    my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah(C)

Answer me quickly, O Lord;
    my spirit fails.
Do not hide your face from me,
    or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.(D)

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123 My eyes fail from watching for your salvation
    and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise.(A)

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81 My soul languishes for your salvation;
    I hope in your word.(A)
82 My eyes fail with watching for your promise;
    I ask, “When will you comfort me?”(B)
83 For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke,
    yet I have not forgotten your statutes.(C)

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Book II

(Psalms 42–72)

Psalm 42

Longing for God and His Help in Distress

To the leader. A Maskil of the Korahites.

As a deer longs for flowing streams,
    so my soul longs for you, O God.(A)

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10 For my life is spent with sorrow
    and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,[a]
    and my bones waste away.(A)

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  1. 31.10 Gk Syr: Heb my iniquity

27 But Jonathan had not heard his father charge the troops with the oath, so he extended the staff that was in his hand and dipped the tip of it in the honeycomb and put his hand to his mouth, and his eyes brightened.(A) 28 Then one of the soldiers said, “Your father strictly charged the troops with an oath, saying, ‘Cursed be anyone who eats food this day.’ And so the troops are faint.” 29 Then Jonathan said, “My father has troubled the land; see how my eyes have brightened because I tasted a little of this honey.(B)

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