O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you.
Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
Lord, all my desire is before You; and my sighing is not hidden from You.
Everything I long for is laid out before you, my Lord; my sighs aren’t hidden from you.
Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as reproach to the foolish.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted; you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear
to hear the groans of the prisoners, to set free those who were doomed to die,
Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered him, “Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”
For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling,