Translations
My eyes grow hollow from grief. Every day I call to You, Yahweh; I stretch out my open hands toward You.
My eye wastes away with affliction; I call out to You, YHWH, every day— I spread out my palms to You.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.

