³ I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

¹⁴ Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

¹²³ Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, and for the word of thy righteousness.

⁸² Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?

³² Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long; and there shall be no might in thine hand.

⁷ Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;

²⁸ After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.

²¹ They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

⁷ And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.