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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1O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:
2Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;
3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
7Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8Thou 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.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
13But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
14LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
3Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto thee daily.
15Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.
16Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.
6I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
6I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
1Unto 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.
2Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
82Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
8I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
13Have 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:
22For 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.
20Behold, 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.
21They 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.
22Let 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.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
8But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
14Like 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.
16For 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.
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
20My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
6I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.
1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
4Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
12Hear 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.
4Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
2Hide 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.
49Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
8Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
17For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.