Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,

For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.