3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
3I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
1 To the Overseer. — 'On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.
2 I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.
3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
4 Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away — I bring back.
5 O God, Thou — Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.
69:3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
69:3I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
69:3I have laboured with crying; my jaws are become hoarse: my eyes have failed, whilst I hope in my God.
69:3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
69:3I am weary with my crying, my throat is parched; mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
69:3I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
69:3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
69:3I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
69:3I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.