O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.
You have heard, O LORD, the desire of the humble; You will strengthen their hearts. You will incline Your ear,
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
For in this tent we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling,
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know how we ought to pray, but the Spirit Himself in
Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.
We know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until the present time.
“How do You know me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus replied, “Before Philip called you, I saw you under the fig tree.”
to hear a prisoner’s groaning, to release those condemned to death,