Psalms 88:9
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
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1 Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
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.
13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
3 Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.
15 My eyes are ever on Yahweh, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.
16 Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
6 I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
8 I cried to you, Yahweh. To Yahweh I made supplication:
3 I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
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.
6 I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
1 To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don't be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
1 Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.
82 My eyes fail for your word. I say, "When will you comfort me?"
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.
13 Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;
22 As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
20 See, Yahweh; 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.
21 They 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 proclaimed, and they shall be like me.
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.
9 I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
8 For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.
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."
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.
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,
6 I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
1 I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
4 You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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.
4 I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
2 Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
49 My eye pours down, and doesn't cease, without any intermission,
8 Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.