Psalms 88:9
My eye mourns by reason of affliction; LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
My eye mourns by reason of affliction; LORD, I have called daily upon you, I have stretched out my hands to you.
You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
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My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O LORD, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.
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1O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you;
2Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry;
3For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to the grave.
7Your wrath lies hard upon me, and you have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
8You have put my acquaintance far from me; you have made me an abomination to them. I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
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.
13But to you have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14LORD, why do you cast off my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
3Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I cry to You daily.
15My eyes are ever toward the LORD, for He shall pluck my feet out of the net.
16Turn to me and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
6I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land. Selah.
8I cried out to you, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.
3I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
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.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
1To you I cry, O LORD my rock; do not be silent to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I become like those who go down to the pit.
2Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy sanctuary.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1LORD, I cry to you; make haste to me; listen to my voice when I cry to you.
82My eyes fail with longing for Your word, saying, 'When will You comfort me?'
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.
13Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer from those who hate me, you who lift me up from the gates of death:
22For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before your eyes: nevertheless you heard the voice of my supplications when I cried to you.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
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.
9I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
8But my eyes are upon you, O GOD the Lord; in you is my trust; do not leave my soul destitute.
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.
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.
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.
6I have called upon you, for you will hear me, O God; incline your ear to me, and hear my speech.
1I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD did I make my plea.
4You hold my eyes wide awake: 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 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.
4Then I said, I am cast out of Your sight; yet I will look again toward Your holy temple.
2Do not hide your face from me in the day of my trouble; incline your ear to me; in the day when I call, answer me quickly.
49My eye flows ceaselessly, without intermission,
8Even when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.