Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
Jehovah, thou hast heard the desire of the meek: Thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear;
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
For verily in this we groan, longing to be clothed upon with our habitation which is from heaven:
Nathanael saith unto him, Whence knowest thou me? Jesus answered and said unto him, Before Philip called thee, when thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
To hear the sighing of the prisoner; To loose those that are appointed to death;