TSK · Psalms 6:7

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

For this our heart is faint; For these things our eyes are dim;