Psalm 88:9
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
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Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.