Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
The desire of the humble Thou hast heard, O Jehovah. Thou preparest their heart; Thou causest Thine ear to attend,
To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Nathanael saith to him, `Whence me dost thou know?' Jesus answered and said to him, `Before Philip's calling thee--thou being under the fig-tree--I saw thee.'
for also in this we groan, with our dwelling that is from heaven earnestly desiring to clothe ourselves,