Psalms 69:3
I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
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1For the choir director: A song to be sung to the tune of 'Lilies.' A psalm of David.
2Save me, God, because the waters have come up to my neck.
1For the director of music, a contemplative psalm of the sons of Korah.
2As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
3My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
82My eyes fail, longing for Your promise, saying, 'When will You comfort me?
6For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
7I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
9You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
24For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
6I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
8For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
9I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the anguish of my heart.
10O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
20You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
1A psalm of David, written when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
9By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
1For the director, to the tune of 'The Doe of the Morning,' a psalm of David.
2My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Far from saving me, from the words of my groaning.
20My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
1For the Chief Musician, according to Jeduthun, a psalm of Asaph.
2My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
9You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
4I am tired of calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are worn out from looking for my God.
16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
1For the chief musician, with stringed instruments. A Psalm of David.
7Surely, man goes about as a shadow; surely, they make an uproar over nothing; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will gather it.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
123My eyes long for Your salvation and for the fulfillment of Your righteous promise.
1For the director: A psalm of David.
1A psalm of David. LORD, I call to You; hurry to me. Hear my voice when I cry out to You.
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
12With reproofs for iniquity, You discipline a man; like a moth, You consume his cherished things. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
6I cry to You, LORD; I say, 'You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
5I wait for the LORD; my soul waits, and I put my hope in His word.
6My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
14I chirp like a swift or a crane, I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look to the heavens. Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.
29Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be recorded with the righteous.
16"Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
13Those who sit at the gate talk about me, and drunkards make up songs about me.
49My eyes pour without ceasing, without relief,
12LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; may Your love and truth always protect me.
19Will you never look away from me or leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
1A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.