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 salvationand for Your righteous promise.
14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;I moan like a dove.(A)My eyes grow weak looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed; support me.(B)
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