Psalms 69:3
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
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1 To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.
2 I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
1 To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
3 My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
82 Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
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.
24 For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
6 I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9 Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
20 Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
1 A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou `art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.
14 As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?
1 To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
20 My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
1 To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of Asaph. My voice `is' to God, and I cry, my voice `is' to God, And He hath given ear unto me.
2 In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
9 Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.
4 Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
1 To the Overseer, on stringed instruments. -- By David. Hear, O God, my loud cry, attend to my prayer.
7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
22 For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
123 Mine eyes have been consumed for Thy salvation. And for the saying of Thy righteousness.
1 To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry,
1 A Psalm, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear `to' my voice when I call to Thee.
5 From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
6 Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
5 I hoped `for' Jehovah -- hoped hath my soul, And for His word I have waited.
6 My soul `is' for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!
14 As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
29 And I `am' afflicted and pained, Thy salvation, O God, doth set me on high.
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.
17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
13 And I -- my prayer `is' to Thee, O Jehovah, A time of good pleasure, O God, In the abundance of Thy kindness, Answer me in the truth of Thy salvation.
49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
12 For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
1 An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.
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!