"I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God."
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But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on thee.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.
Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared;
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long; and there shall be no might in thine hand.
Mine eyes fail for thy salvation, and for the word of thy righteousness.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
I am weary with my crying, my throat is parched; mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
\69:2\I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.