O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you.
O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted; you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling,
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.”
Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
to hear the groans of the prisoners, to set free those who were doomed to die,