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.

¹⁰ My heart pounds,^(A) my strength fails^(B) me;
    even the light has gone from my eyes.^(C)

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

¹¹ My eyes fail from weeping,^(A)
    I am in torment within^(B);
my heart^(C) is poured out^(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,^(E)
because children and infants faint^(F)
    in the streets of the city.

¹⁷ Because of this our hearts^(A) are faint,^(B)
    because of these things our eyes^(C) grow dim^(D)