Ps.88.9

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

Ps.88.9

blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I call to you, GOD; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help.

Ps.88.9

my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, O LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

Ps.88.9

My eye wastes away because of affliction. LORD, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.