O Lord, God of hosts, who is like you? You are powerful, Lord, and your truth is all around you
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King James Version
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.English Standard Version
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you.New International Version
my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, O LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.