If I have denied the desires of the poor or allowed the widow’s eyes to fail,
If there is a poor man among your brothers within any of the gates in the land that the LORD your God is giving you, the
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my s
They only asked us to remember the poor, the very thing I was eager to do.
Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, while your eyes grow weary looking for them day after day, with
For he has oppressed and forsaken the poor; he has seized houses he did not build.
So the disciples, each according to his ability, decided to send relief to the brothers living in Judea.
So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth.
My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
and longing to be fed with the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
You gave no water to the weary and withheld food from the famished,
He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor; his righteousness endures forever; his horn will be lifted high in honor.
All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help. We watched from our towers for a nation that could no
My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”