Isaiah 38:14
I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
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6 I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
7 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
6 And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
1 <For the chief music-maker. Of David.> In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?
15 In you, O Lord, is my hope: you will give me an answer, O Lord, my God.
9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
12 For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
2 Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
14 A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
1 <To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock.> Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
3 The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God.
1 <Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.> The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.
13 I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
11 We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
14 My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
52 They who are against me without cause have gone hard after me as if I was a bird;
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.
4 You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8 But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
82 My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?