My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of my people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
See, O LORD, how distressed I am! I am churning within; my heart is pounding within me, for I have been most rebellious.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to revive my soul. My
His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.
Therefore I said, “Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly! Do not try to console me over the destruction of the daughte
Streams of tears flow from my eyes over the destruction of the daughter of my people.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
Look, the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren women, the wombs that never bore, and breasts th
Those slain by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger, who waste away, pierced with pain because the fiel
Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich i
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well.
Arise, cry out in the night from the first watch of the night. Pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lor
You are to speak this word to them: ‘My eyes overflow with tears; day and night they do not cease, for the virgin daught
So David and the troops with him lifted up their voices and wept until they had no strength left to weep.
So now, this is what the LORD God of Hosts, the God of Israel, says: Why are you doing such great harm to yourselves by
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
Listen to the cry of the daughter of my people from a land far away: “Is the LORD no longer in Zion? Is her King no long
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