Psalms 88:9
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My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
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As for you, if you direct your heart and lift up your hands to Him,
My heart pounds, my strength fails, and even the light of my eyes has faded.
Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I call to You all day long.
I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah
My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying,
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with tears