All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.
You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
to hear the groans of the prisoners and release those condemned to death.”
In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.
I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.
“How do you know me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”
Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling,