7 My (A)eye has wasted away with grief;It has grown old because of all my enemies.
3 I am (A)weary with my crying; my throat is parched;My (B)eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9 My (A)eye grows dim from misery;I have (B)called upon You every day, Lord;I have (C)spread out my [a]hands to You.
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