³ I am weary from my crying;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail, looking for my God.^(A)

¹²³ My eyes grow weary^(A) looking for your salvation
and for your righteous promise.

¹⁴ I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.^(A)
My eyes grow weak looking upwards.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.^(B)