Salmos 88

My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.

Mis ojos enfermaron á causa de mi aflicción: hete llamado, oh Jehová, cada día; he extendido á ti mis manos.

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.