Lamentations 3:51
My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
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48 Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
50 Till Jehovah looketh and seeth from the heavens,
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
11 Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
16 For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
17 For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
52 Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.
4 Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'
20 My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
18 Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.
1 Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
17 And thou hast said unto them this word: Tears come down mine eyes night and day, And they do not cease, For, `with' a great breach, Broken hath been the virgin daughter of my people, A very grievous stroke.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
1 A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to a virgin?
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
19 Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner?
82 Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
7 The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I `am' sick with love!
12 What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?
123 Mine eyes have been consumed for Thy salvation. And for the saying of Thy righteousness.
12 `Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
20 See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
6 For, at a window of my house, Through my casement I have looked out,
21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
1 The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?
7 If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,
9 If my heart hath been enticed by woman, And by the opening of my neighbour I laid wait,
3 Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
3 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), `Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
136 Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!
33 Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh perverse things.
11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
21 For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.
5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
15 Mine eyes `are' continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.
16 Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
10 And see doth mine enemy, And cover her doth shame, Who saith unto me, `Where `is' Jehovah thy God?' Mine eyes do look on her, Now she is for a treading-place, As mire of the out-places.
9 Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
22 Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
18 And they hasten, and lift up for us a wailing. And run down our eyes do tears, And from our eyelids do waters flow.
9 The women of My people ye cast out from its delightful house, From its sucklings ye take away My honour to the age.
8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, `are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.