Lamentations 3:49
My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
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48Rivers of water are running down from my eyes, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
50Till the Lord's eye is turned on me, till he sees my trouble from heaven.
51The Lord is unkind to my soul, more than all the daughters of my town.
18Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.
1If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
136Rivers of water are flowing from my eyes, because men do not keep your law.
16For 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.
11My eyes are wasted with weeping, the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved, my inner parts are drained out on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because of the young children and babies at the breast who are falling without strength in the open squares of the town.
6The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
17And you are to say this word to them, Let my eyes be streaming with water night and day, and let it not be stopped; for the virgin daughter of my people is wounded with a great wound, with a very bitter blow.
82My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
123My eyes are wasted with desire for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
18Let them quickly make cries of sorrow for us, so that drops may be flowing from our eyes till they are streaming with water.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
4For this cause I have said, Let your eyes be turned away from me in my bitter weeping; I will not be comforted for the wasting of the daughter of my people.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
4You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
12Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
9My 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.
17But if you do not give ear to it, my soul will be weeping in secret for your pride; my eye will be weeping bitterly, streaming with water, because the Lord's flock has been taken away as prisoners.
4I will not give sleep to my eyes, or rest to my eyeballs,
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
8But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
17Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;
15My eyes are turned to the Lord at all times; for he will take my feet out of the net.
148In the night watches I am awake, so that I may give thought to your saying.
2Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
7O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
8The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
16Son of man, see, I am taking away the desire of your eyes by disease: but let there be no sorrow or weeping or drops running from your eyes.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
17For my eyes are on all their ways: there is no cover for them from my face, and their evil-doing is not kept secret from my eyes.
18Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
19How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
10Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
10And as for me, my eye will not have mercy, and I will have no pity, but I will send the punishment of their ways on their heads.