Psalm 38:9

New Century Version

Lord, you know everything I want; my cries are not hidden from you.

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Lord, you have heard what the poor people want. Do what they ask, and listen to them.

I am tired of crying to you. Every night my bed is wet with tears; my bed is soaked from my crying.

But now we groan in this tent. We want God to give us our heavenly home,

Nathanael asked, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you when you were under the fig tree, before Philip told you about me.”

Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones.

He heard the moans of the prisoners, and he freed those sentenced to die.