Psalms 88:9
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
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1 O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13 But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
3 Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto thee daily.
15 Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.
16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
3 I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
1 Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
82 Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
22 For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
6 I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.
1 I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
2 Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.
49 Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
8 Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.