Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
Lord, you have given ear to the prayer of the poor: you will make strong their hearts, you will give them a hearing:
The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
For in this we are crying in weariness, greatly desiring to be clothed with our house from heaven:
Nathanael said to him, Where did you get knowledge of me? In answer Jesus said, Before Philip was talking with you, while you were still under the fig-tree, I saw you.
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
Hearing the cry of the prisoner, making free those for whom death is ordered;