⁹ Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am in distress. Tears blur my eyes. My body and soul are withering away.

⁹ Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress 'is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

⁹ Be kind to me, God - I'm in deep, deep trouble again. I've cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside.