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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1 A 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.
2 Let my prayer enter into thy presence: incline thine eare vnto my cry.
3 For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
7 Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, & thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
13 But vnto thee haue I cryed, O Lorde, and early shall my prayer come before thee.
14 Lorde, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
7 Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
3 Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
15 Mine eyes are euer towarde the Lorde: for he will bring my feete out of the net.
16 Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
6 I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.
3 I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
1 A 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.
2 Heare the voyce of my petitions, when I crie vnto thee, when I holde vp mine handes towarde thine holy Oracle.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
1 A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
82 Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
9 Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
13 Haue 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,
22 Though 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.
20 Behold, 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.
21 They 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.
22 Let 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.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day & night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
8 But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
14 Like 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.
16 For 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.
2 O my God, I crie by day, but thou hearest not, and by night, but haue no audience.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
1 A 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.
4 Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
12 Heare 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.
4 Then I saide, I am cast away out of thy sight: yet will I looke againe towarde thine holy Temple.
2 Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble: incline thine eares vnto me: when I call, make haste to heare me.
49 Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
8 Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.