Psalms 88:9
Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
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1A song or Psalme of Heman the Ezrahite to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah for him that excelleth vpon Malath Leannoth. O Lorde God of my saluation, I cry day and night before thee.
2Let my prayer enter into thy presence: incline thine eare vnto my cry.
3For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
7Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
8Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13But vnto thee haue I cryed, O Lorde, and early shall my prayer come before thee.
14Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
15I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
3Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
15Mine eyes are euer towarde the Lorde: for he will bring my feete out of the net.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
6I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
8Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
1A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lord, doe I crie: O my strength, be not deafe toward mee, lest, if thou answere me not, I be like them that goe downe into the pit.
2Heare the voyce of my petitions, when I crie vnto thee, when I holde vp mine handes towarde thine holy Oracle.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
1A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
13Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
22Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
9I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
3My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
2O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
20My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
6I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
1A Psalme of Dauid, to giue instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the caue. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.
4Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
12Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
4Then I saide, I am cast away out of thy sight: yet will I looke againe towarde thine holy Temple.
2Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble: incline thine eares vnto me: when I call, make haste to heare me.
49Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
8Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.