My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called on You every day; I have spread out my palms to You.
If you prepare your heart, and stretch out your palm toward Him;
Be gracious to Me, O Lord, for I cry to You all the day.
I spread out my hands to You; my soul is to You like a weary land. Selah.
My heart throbs; my power forsakes me! And the light of my eyes, they also are not with me.
Jesus wept.
And the Word of Jehovah was to me, saying,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mingled my drink with weeping,
A Song. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah, to the chief musician on Mahalath, to make humble. A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah God of my salvation, I have cried in the day, in the night before You.
Let fat ones be brought out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall run up her hands to God.
Evening and morning and at noon I will complain and moan; and He will hear my voice.
If we have forgotten the name of our God, and have spread our hands to an alien god,
My tears have been my food by day and by night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?
My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all those distressing me.
And my eye is dim from grief; and all my members are all of them like a shadow.
My scorners are my friends; my eye pours out tears to God.
To a man whose way is hidden, God has made a hedge about him.
And those seeking my life lay a snare; yea, those seeking my evil speak destruction, and they utter deceits all the day.
He walled around me and I cannot go out; He has made heavy my bronze chain.