Psalms 69:3
I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.
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1Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my soul.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no footing; I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
1As the deer pants after the water brooks, so my soul pants after You, O God.
2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
82My eyes fail with longing for Your word, saying, 'When will You comfort me?'
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
6I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land. Selah.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you, and my groaning is not hidden from you.
10My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
20Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness; and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
1O God, you are my God; early will I seek you: my soul thirsts for you, my flesh longs for you in a dry and thirsty land, where there is no water;
14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws; You have brought me into the dust of death.
9I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
1My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
2O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear; and in the night season, and am not silent.
20My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
1I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and He listened to me.
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night and did not rest; my soul refused to be comforted.
9My eye mourns by reason of affliction; LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
4Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; those who would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty; then I restored what I did not take away.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1Hear my cry, O God; attend to my prayer.
7And now, Lord, what do I wait for? my hope is in you.
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
123My eyes fail from seeking Your salvation and Your righteous word.
1I waited patiently for the LORD; and He inclined to me and heard my cry.
1LORD, I cry to you; make haste to me; listen to my voice when I cry to you.
5Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
12Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
6Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word do I hope.
6My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning; yes, more than those who watch for the morning.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
29But I am poor and sorrowful; let your salvation, O God, set me up on high.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
13But as for me, my prayer is to you, O LORD, in an acceptable time; O God, in the multitude of your mercy hear me, in the truth of your salvation.
49My eye flows ceaselessly, without intermission,
12For innumerable evils have surrounded me: my iniquities have taken hold of me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head: therefore my heart fails me.
19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
1I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD did I make my plea.
22Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.