Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I make my bed to swim. I water my couch with my tears.
How long, O LORD? Will thou forget me forever? How long will thou hide thy face from me?
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answer not, and in the night season, and I am not silent.
Who, in the days of his flesh, having offered up both prayers and supplications with strong shouting and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and who was heard because of his reverence,
They also gave me gall for my food, and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.
After this, Jesus, having seen that all things are now completed, so that the scripture might be fully complete, says, I thirst.
My eyes fail for thy word, while I say, When will thou comfort me?
Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given to another people. And thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day, and there shall be nothing in the power of thy hand.
But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall have no way to flee. And their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit.
My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
Like a swallow [or] a crane, so I chattered. I moaned as a dove. My eyes fail [with looking] upward. O LORD, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.
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.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait for thee.
And now, LORD, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.
My eyes fail for thy salvation, and for thy righteous word.