Psalms 69:3
“I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.”
Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.
I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.
O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee.
Cross-References
“Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.”
“Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?”
“I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.”
“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.”
“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.”