[ For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.] As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.
I long for Your salvation; I put my hope in Your word.
My eyes grow weary [looking] for what You have promised; I ask, "When will You comfort me?"
Though I have become like a wineskin [dried] by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.
My spirit is weak within me; my heart is overcome with dismay.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all You have done; I reflect on the work of Your hands.
I spread out my hands to You; I am like parched land before You. Selah
Answer me quickly, LORD; my spirit fails. Don't hide Your face from me, or I will be like those going down to the Pit.
My heart staggers; horror terrifies me. He has turned my last glimmer of hope into sheer terror.
My eyes are swollen from grief; they grow old because of all my enemies.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
My eyes are worn out from crying. LORD, I cry out to You all day long; I spread out my hands to You.
My eyes grow weary [looking for] Your salvation and for Your righteous promise.
However, Jonathan had not heard his father make the troops swear the oath. He reached out with the end of the staff he was carrying and dipped it into the honeycomb. When he ate the honey, he had renewed energy.
Then, one of the troops said, "Your father made the troops solemnly swear, 'Cursed is the man who eats food today,' and the troops are exhausted."
Jonathan replied, "My father has brought trouble to the land. Just look at how I have renewed energy because I tasted a little honey.
My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned.
Because of this, our heart is sick; because of these, our eyes grow dim: