You know all my desires, O Lord, and my groaning has not been hidden from you.
You have heard the desire of oppressed people, O Lord. You encourage them. You pay close attention to them
I am worn out from my groaning. My eyes flood my bed every night. I soak my couch with tears.
In our present tent-like existence we sigh, since we long to put on the house we will have in heaven.
Nathanael asked Jesus, “How do you know anything about me?” Jesus answered him, “I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.”
I am nothing but skin and bones because of my loud groans.
He heard the groans of the prisoners and set free those who were condemned to death.