Psalms 88:9
You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction; LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
Mine eye mourneth{H8804)} by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called{H8804)} daily upon thee, I have stretched out{H8765)} my hands unto thee.
My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
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 dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O LORD, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.
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1A song, a psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief musician. According to Mahalath Leannoth, a contemplative poem of Heman the Ezrahite.
2LORD, the God of my salvation, I cry out day and night before you.
3Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
7You have placed me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
8Your wrath weighs heavily upon me, and you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. Selah.
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.
13Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
14But I, LORD, cry to you for help; in the morning, my prayer comes before you.
15Why, LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?
7I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
7My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
3Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I cry out to You all day long.
15My eyes are ever towards the LORD, for he will free my feet from the net.
16Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
6I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
8O LORD, by Your favor, You made my mountain stand strong; but when You hid Your face, I was terrified.
3I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
2My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
6My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
1To you, O LORD, I call; my Rock, do not be silent to me. If you remain silent, I will be like those who go down to the pit.
2Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry out to you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy sanctuary.
16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
1A psalm of David. LORD, I call to You; hurry to me. Hear my voice when I cry out to You.
82My eyes fail, longing for Your promise, saying, 'When will You comfort me?
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.
13For he who avenges blood remembers them; he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.
22Blessed be the LORD, for he has shown his wondrous love to me in a fortified city.
20See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
21People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
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.
9By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.
3My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
8But my eyes are fixed on You, LORD, my Lord. In You I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
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.
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."
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.
6I call on you, God, for you will answer me. Turn your ear to me and hear my words.
1A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
4I remember God and moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah.
28I walk in mourning without sunlight; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
12With reproofs for iniquity, You discipline a man; like a moth, You consume his cherished things. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
4You cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the currents surrounded me. All Your waves and breakers swept over me.
2LORD, hear my prayer, and let my cry for help come to you.
49My eyes pour without ceasing, without relief,
8Even when I cry out and plead for help, He shuts out my prayer.
17For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."