Record my misery. … I served the Lord with great humility and with tears. … My eyes pour out tears to God. … Streams of tears flow from my eyes. … My tears have been my food day and night.

My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes. … My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground. … I weep and my eyes overflow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit.

The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. You walls of Daughter Zion, let your tears flow like a river day and night; give yourself no relief, your eyes no rest.

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” … You flood the Lord’s altar with tears.

I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. … I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Away from me, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping. The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer.

Ps 56:8; Ps 56:8; Ac 20:19, Jo 16:20, La 3:48, Ps 42:3; Jo 16:16, La 2:11, La 1:16; La 2:18; Ps 137:1-3, Ma 2:13; Jo 7:3, Ps 6:6-9

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