'Eyes' in the Bible

Surely mockers surround meand my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

If a man informs on his friends for a price,the eyes of his children will fail.

My eyes have grown dim from grief,and my whole body has become but a shadow.

I will see Him myself;my eyes will look at Him, and not as a stranger.My heart longs within me.

Their children are established while they are still alive,and their descendants, before their eyes.

Let his own eyes see his demise;let him drink from the Almighty’s wrath!

He gives them a sense of security, so they can rely on it,but His eyes watch over their ways.

He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;when he opens his eyes, it is gone.

He cuts out channels in the rocks,and his eyes spot every treasure.

It is hidden from the eyes of every living thingand concealed from the birds of the sky.

I was eyes to the blindand feet to the lame.

Now my life is poured out before my eyes,and days of suffering have seized me.

I have made a covenant with my eyes.How then could I look at a young woman?

If my step has turned from the way,my heart has followed my eyes,or impurity has stained my hands,

If I have refused the wishes of the pooror let the widow’s eyes go blind,

So these three men quit answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.

For His eyes watch over a man’s ways,and He observes all his steps.

From there it searches for prey;its eyes penetrate the distance.

His snorting flashes with light,while his eyes are like the rays of dawn.

I had heard rumors about You,but now my eyes have seen You.

My eyes are swollen from grief;they grow old because of all my enemies.

He waits in ambush near the villages;he kills the innocent in secret places.His eyes are on the lookout for the helpless;

The Lord is in His holy temple;the Lord’s throne is in heaven.His eyes watch; He examines everyone.

Consider me and answer, Lord my God.Restore brightness to my eyes;otherwise, I will sleep in death.

For You rescue an afflicted people,but You humble those with haughty eyes.

The precepts of the Lord are right,making the heart glad;the command of the Lord is radiant,making the eyes light up.

My eyes are always on the Lord,for He will pull my feet out of the net.

For Your faithful love is before my eyes,and I live by Your truth.

Be gracious to me, Lord,because I am in distress;my eyes are worn out from angry sorrow—my whole being as well.

The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,and His ears are open to their cry for help.

For the choir director. A psalm of David, the Lord’s servant.An oracle within my heartconcerning the transgression of the wicked person:There is no dread of God before his eyes,

for in his own eyes he flatters himself too muchto discover and hate his sin.

My heart races, my strength leaves me,and even the light of my eyes has faded.

I am weary from my crying;my throat is parched.My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Let their eyes grow too dim to see,and let their loins continually shake.

Their eyes bulge out from fatness;the imaginations of their hearts run wild.

You have kept me from closing my eyes;I am troubled and cannot speak.

Why should the nations ask,“Where is their God?”Before our eyes,let vengeance for the shed blood of Your servantsbe known among the nations.

My eyes are worn out from crying.Lord, I cry out to You all day long;I spread out my hands to You.

You will only see it with your eyesand witness the punishment of the wicked.

My eyes look down on my enemies;my ears hear evildoers when they attack me.

I will not set anything worthless before my eyes.I hate the practice of transgression;it will not cling to me.

I will destroy anyonewho secretly slanders his neighbor;I cannot tolerate anyonewith haughty eyes or an arrogant heart.

My eyes favor the faithful of the landso that they may sit down with me.The one who follows the way of integritymay serve me.

They have mouths but cannot speak,eyes, but cannot see.

For You, Lord, rescued me from death,my eyes from tears,my feet from stumbling.

This came from the Lord;it is wonderful in our eyes.

Open my eyes so that I may contemplatewonderful things from Your instruction.

Turn my eyesfrom looking at what is worthless;give me life in Your ways.

My eyes grow wearylooking for what You have promised;I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

My eyes grow weary looking for Your salvationand for Your righteous promise.

My eyes pour out streams of tearsbecause people do not follow Your instruction.

A song of ascents.I lift my eyes toward the mountains.Where will my help come from?

A song of ascents.I lift my eyes to You,the One enthroned in heaven.

Like a servant’s eyes on his master’s hand,like a servant girl’s eyes on her mistress’s hand,so our eyes are on the Lord our Goduntil He shows us favor.

A Davidic song of ascents.Lord, my heart is not proud;my eyes are not haughty.I do not get involved with thingstoo great or too difficult for me.

I will not allow my eyes to sleepor my eyelids to slumber

They have mouths but cannot speak,eyes, but cannot see.

Your eyes saw me when I was formless;all my days were written in Your book and plannedbefore a single one of them began.

But my eyes look to You, Lord God.I seek refuge in You; do not let me die.

All eyes look to You,and You give them their food at the proper time.

The Lord opens the eyes of the blind.The Lord raises up those who are oppressed.The Lord loves the righteous.

Let your eyes look forward;fix your gaze straight ahead.

For a man’s ways are before the Lord’s eyes,and He considers all his paths.

Don’t give sleep to your eyesor slumber to your eyelids.

winking his eyes, signaling with his feet,and gesturing with his fingers.

arrogant eyes, a lying tongue,hands that shed innocent blood,

Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes,so the slacker is to the one who sends him on an errand.

A fool’s way is right in his own eyes,but whoever listens to counsel is wise.

The eyes of the Lord are everywhere,observing the wicked and the good.

Bright eyes cheer the heart;good news strengthens the bones.

All a man’s ways seem right to him,but the Lord evaluates the motives.

The one who narrows his eyes is planning deceptions;the one who compresses his lips brings about evil.

Wisdom is the focus of the perceptive,but a fool’s eyes roam to the ends of the earth.

A king sitting on a throne to judgesifts out all evil with his eyes.

Don’t love sleep, or you will become poor;open your eyes, and you’ll have enough to eat.

The lamp that guides the wicked—haughty eyes and an arrogant heart—is sin.

The Lord’s eyes keep watch over knowledge,but He overthrows the words of the treacherous.

As soon as your eyes fly to it, it disappears,for it makes wings for itselfand flies like an eagle to the sky.

My son, give me your heart,and let your eyes observe my ways.

Who has woe? Who has sorrow?Who has conflicts? Who has complaints?Who has wounds for no reason?Who has red eyes?

Your eyes will see strange things,and you will say absurd things.

Answer a fool according to his foolishnessor he’ll become wise in his own eyes.

Do you see a man who is wise in his own eyes?There is more hope for a fool than for him.

In his own eyes, a slacker is wiserthan seven men who can answer sensibly.

Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied,and people’s eyes are never satisfied.

A rich man is wise in his own eyes,but a poor man who has discernment sees through him.

The one who gives to the poorwill not be in need,but one who turns his eyes awaywill receive many curses.

The poor and the oppressor have this in common:the Lord gives light to the eyes of both.

There is a generation that is pure in its own eyes,yet is not washed from its filth.

There is a generation—how haughty its eyesand pretentious its looks.

All that my eyes desired, I did not deny them. I did not refuse myself any pleasure, for I took pleasure in all my struggles. This was my reward for all my struggles.

The wise man has eyes in his head,but the fool walks in darkness.Yet I also knew that one fate comes to them both.

There is a person without a companion, without even a son or brother, and though there is no end to all his struggles, his eyes are still not content with riches. “So who am I struggling for,” he asks, “and depriving myself from good?” This too is futile and a miserable task.

When good things increase, the ones who consume them multiply; what, then, is the profit to the owner, except to gaze at them with his eyes?

Better what the eyes see than wandering desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

When I applied my mind to know wisdom and to observe the activity that is done on the earth (even though one’s eyes do not close in sleep day or night),

Light is sweet,and it is pleasing for the eyes to see the sun.

Rejoice, young man, while you are young,and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth.And walk in the ways of your heartand in the sight of your eyes;but know that for all of these things God will bring you to judgment.

M How beautiful you are, my darling.How very beautiful!Your eyes are doves.