'Grow' in the Bible

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

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

My wounds grow foul and festerBecause of my folly.

You saturate its furrows, and soak its plowed ground. With rain showers you soften its soil, and make its crops grow.

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

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

My flesh and my heart may grow weak, but God always protects my heart and gives me stability.

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; my hands were raised at night and they did not grow weary. I refused to be comforted.

so that the next generation, children yet to be born, might know about them. They will grow up and tell their descendants about them.

the root your right hand planted, the shoot you made to grow!

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Planted in the Lord's house, they grow in the courts of our God.

They shall perish, but thou continuest; and all of them shall grow old as a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed.

He waters the mountains from the upper rooms of his palace; the earth is full of the fruit you cause to grow.

He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;

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.

You will eat what you worked so hard to grow. You will be blessed and secure.

There I will make a horn grow for David;I have prepared a lamp for My anointed one.

Then our sons will be like plants, that quickly grow to full size. Our daughters will be like corner pillars, carved like those in a palace.

May our cattle grow heavy with young, with no damage or loss. May there be no cry of anguish in our streets!

Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.