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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6I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
7I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
8My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
15What 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.
6And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
12My 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.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
8I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
3I 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?
15In you, O Lord, is my hope: you will give me an answer, O Lord, my God.
9I 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?
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My 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.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
20See, 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.
21Give 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.
22Let 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.
12For 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.
2Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;
13From 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.
14A 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.
9My 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.
3The 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.
13I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14I 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.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
12Let 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.
8My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
11We 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.
16For 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.
14My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.
52They who are against me without cause have gone hard after me as if I was a bird;
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
6Give 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.
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
82My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?