O Lord, you know what I long for; you hear all my groans.
You will listen, O Lord, to the prayers of the lowly; you will give them courage.
He heard the groans of prisoners and set free those who were condemned to die.
I groan aloud; I am nothing but skin and bones.
I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.
Nathanael asked him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you when you were under the fig tree before Philip called you.”
And now we sigh, so great is our desire that our home which comes from heaven should be put on over us;
