Psalms 88:9
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.
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.
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1<A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.> O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night:
2Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry:
3For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
7The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
8You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
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.
13But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
14Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
15I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
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.
3Have mercy on me, O Lord; for my cry goes up to you all the day.
15My eyes are turned to the Lord at all times; for he will take my feet out of the net.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
6My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
8My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
2In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
1<Of David.> My cry goes up to you, O Lord, my Rock; do not keep back your answer from me, so that I may not become like those who go down into the underworld.
2Give ear to the voice of my prayer, when I am crying to you, when my hands are lifted up to your holy place.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
1<A Psalm. Of David.> Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you.
82My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
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.
13Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;
22And 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.
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.
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?
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
8But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
14I 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.
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.
2O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
6My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
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.
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
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.
4For 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.
2Let not your face be veiled from me in the day of my trouble; give ear to me, and let my cry be answered quickly.
49My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
8Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.