Psalms 69:3
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
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1 Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
1 As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
82 My eyes fail for your word. I say, "When will you comfort me?"
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
24 For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
6 I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
8 I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
1 God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
9 I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
2 My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
1 My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
4 Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
1 Hear my cry, God. Listen to my prayer.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
22 for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.
123 My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.
1 I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.
1 Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
12 "Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
5 I wait for Yahweh. My soul waits. I hope in his word.
6 My soul longs for the Lord more than watchmen long for the morning; more than watchmen for the morning.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."
29 But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
13 But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.
49 My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,
12 For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
1 I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.