¶Lord, all my desire is before You; And my sighing is not hidden from You.
Lord, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will strengthen their heart, You will make Your ear attentive
To hear the groaning of the prisoner, To set free those who were doomed to death,
Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.
¶I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.
Nathanael *said to Him, “How do You know me?” Jesus answered and said to him, “Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”
For indeed, in this tent we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,