⁷ My ^(A)eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my foes.

¹⁰ My heart throbs; my strength fails me,
    and ^(A)the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.

⁷ My ^(A)eye has grown dim from vexation,
    and all my members are like ^(B)a shadow.

¹⁷ For this ^(A)our heart has become sick,
    for these things ^(B)our eyes have grown dim,

^{9     (A)}my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
    I ^(B)spread out my hands to you.