Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: Thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven:
Nathanael saith unto him, Whence knowest thou me? Jesus answered and said unto him, Before that Philip called thee, when thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my skin.
To hear the groaning of the prisoner; To loose those that are appointed to death;