My eye mourns because of affliction; O Jehovah, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
If you prepare your heart and stretch out your hands toward Him;
Be merciful to me, O Lord; for I cry to You daily.
I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land. Selah.
My heart pants; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
Jesus wept.
And the Word of Jehovah came to me, saying,
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and have mixed 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, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before You.
Princes shall come out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall stretch out her hands to God.
Evening and morning, and at noon, I will pray and cry aloud; and He shall hear my voice.
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god,
My tears have been my food day and 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 my enemies.
My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.
To a man whose way is hidden, God has made a hedge about him.
And those who seek my life lay snares for me; and those who seek my hurt speak sly things, and utter deceits all the day long.
He has set a fence around me and I cannot go out; He has made my bronze chain heavy.