You have shriveled me up—and it has become a witness;
    my gauntness(A) rises up and testifies against me.(B)

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And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

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Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;(A)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,(B)
    my soul and body(C) with grief.

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Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

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I am worn out calling for help;(A)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,(B)
    looking for my God.

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I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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82 My eyes fail,(A) looking for your promise;(B)
    I say, “When will you comfort me?”

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82 Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?

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14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(A)
My eyes grew weak(B) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(C)

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14 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.

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