Psalms 102:7
I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
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3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
6 I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
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.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
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.
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.
7 I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
6 Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,
52 They who are against me without cause have gone hard after me as if I was a bird;
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
4 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
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?
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
1 I will take my position and be on watch, placing myself on my tower, looking out to see what he will say to me, and what answer he will give to my protest.
9 My heritage is like a brightly coloured bird to me; the cruel birds are attacking her on every side: go, get together all the beasts of the field, make them come for destruction.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
11 Because of all those who are against me, I have become a word of shame to my neighbours; a cause of shaking the head and a fear to my friends: those who saw me in the street went in flight from me.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
6 My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
8 Like a bird wandering from the place of her eggs is a man wandering from his station.
20 My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
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.
10 For my haters are waiting secretly for me; and those who are watching for my soul are banded together in their evil designs,
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
8 And the watchman gave a loud cry, O my lord, I am on the watchtower all day, and am placed in my watch every night:
4 You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
8 Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
22 And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up 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.
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.
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.
15 My eyes are turned to the Lord at all times; for he will take my feet out of the net.
6 They come together, they are waiting in secret places, they take note of my steps, they are waiting for my soul.
25 Looking, I saw that there was no man, and all the birds of heaven had gone in flight.
12 With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.