Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
LORD, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dried. My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
In the day of my trouble I sought LORD. My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not. My soul refused to be comforted.
My eye wastes away because of affliction. I have called daily upon thee, O LORD, I have spread forth my hands to thee.
For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
so I am made to possess months of misery, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Even today my complaint is rebellious. My stroke is heavier than my groaning.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God
And thou shall say this word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.
My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.
My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
and having stood behind near his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with the tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head. And she kissed his feet much, and anointed them with the ointment.