I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”
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
My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.
Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, while your eyes grow weary looking for them day after day, with
May integrity and uprightness preserve me, because I wait for You.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face fr
My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
After this, knowing that everything had now been accomplished, and to fulfill the Scripture, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.”
I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; they will hope for their last breath.”
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of
They poisoned my food with gall and gave me vinegar to quench my thirst.
During the days of Jesus’ earthly life, He offered up prayers and petitions with loud cries and tears to the One who cou