Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress. Tears blur my eyes. My body and soul are withering away.

耶和华啊，求你怜恤我，因为我在急难之中；我的眼睛因忧愁而干瘪，连我的身心也不安舒。

耶和华啊，求你怜悯我，因为我在急难之中；我的眼睛因忧愁而昏花，我的身心也已耗尽。

耶和华啊，求你怜悯我，因为我在急难之中；我的眼睛因忧愁而昏花，我的身心也已耗尽。

耶和华啊，我落在苦难之中，求你怜悯我，我双眼哭肿，身心疲惫。

耶和华啊！求你恩待我，因为我在患难之中；我的眼睛因愁烦昏花，我的身、我的心也都衰残。

耶和华啊，求你恩待我！因为我在危难中，我的眼睛、我的身、我的心，都因愁烦而枯干。

耶和華啊，求你憐恤我，因為我在急難之中；我的眼睛因憂愁而乾癟，連我的身心也不安舒。

耶和華啊，求你憐憫我，因為我在急難之中；我的眼睛因憂愁而昏花，我的身心也已耗盡。

耶和華啊，求你憐憫我，因為我在急難之中；我的眼睛因憂愁而昏花，我的身心也已耗盡。

耶和華啊，我落在苦難之中，求你憐憫我，我雙眼哭腫，身心疲憊。

耶和華啊！求你恩待我，因為我在患難之中；我的眼睛因愁煩昏花，我的身、我的心也都衰殘。

永恆主啊，恩待我，因為我遭遇患難；我的眼睛由於愁苦而損壞；我的身心也都衰殘。

耶和華啊，求你恩待我！因為我在危難中，我的眼睛、我的身、我的心，都因愁煩而枯乾。

耶和華歟、我遭患難、求爾矜憫、因我憂苦、我目就衰、害及我心我身兮、

今也予心鬱紆、腹枴目眯、願耶和華矜憫為懷兮、

我遭急難、求主憐恤、我因憂慮、面目衰枯、身心亦復如是、

昔曾承主恩。綽綽有餘裕。何曾將吾身。委為敵人俎。

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.

Lord, have mercy on me. I’m in deep trouble. I’m so sad I can hardly see. My whole body grows weak with sadness.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.

Be gracious to me, LORD, because I am in distress; my eyes are worn out from frustration— my whole being as well.

Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress; My eye is wasted away from grief, my soul and my body too.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body!

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.

Be gracious to me, Lord, because I am in distress; my eyes are worn out from angry sorrow— my whole being as well.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief,[ yea], my soul and my belly.

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

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

My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O Lord; I lift my hands to you for mercy.

O Lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your rage.Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.

My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever.

Our hearts are sick and weary, and our eyes grow dim with tears.

My life is poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.

For my life is full of troubles, and death draws near.I am as good as dead, like a strong man with no strength left.They have left me among the dead, and I lie like a corpse in a grave. I am forgotten, cut off from your care.

We looked in vain for our allies to come and save us, but we were looking to nations that could not help us.

For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red hot coals.My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite.Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.

O Lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your rage!Your arrows have struck deep, and your blows are crushing me.Because of your anger, my whole body is sick; my health is broken because of my sins.My guilt overwhelms me— it is a burden too heavy to bear.My wounds fester and stink because of my foolish sins.I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief.A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart.You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh.My heart beats wildly, my strength fails, and I am going blind.

I get nothing but trouble all day long; every morning brings me pain.

Some sat in darkness and deepest gloom, imprisoned in iron chains of misery.

yes, the sacred vows that I made when I was in deep trouble.

We collapse in the dust, lying face down in the dirt.

My eyes are swollen with weeping, and I am but a shadow of my former self.

“ Or God disciplines people with pain on their sickbeds, with ceaseless aching in their bones.They lose their appetite for even the most delicious food.Their flesh wastes away, and their bones stick out.They are at death’s door; the angels of death wait for them.