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For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

who gives rain on the earth, and sends waters on the fields;

“Can the papyrus grow up without mire? Can the rushes grow without water?

If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,

for you will forget your misery. You will remember it like waters that have passed away.

Behold, he withholds the waters, and they dry up. Again, he sends them out, and they overturn the earth.

yet through the scent of water it will bud, and sprout boughs like a plant.

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

how much less one who is abominable and corrupt, a man who drinks iniquity like water!

You haven’t given water to the weary to drink, and you have withheld bread from the hungry.

or darkness, so that you can not see, and floods of waters cover you.

“They are foam on the surface of the waters. Their portion is cursed in the earth. They don’t turn into the way of the vineyards.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters, so does Sheol those who have sinned.

He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.

He has described a boundary on the surface of the waters, and to the confines of light and darkness.

Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.

He establishes the force of the wind. Yes, he measures out the waters by measure.

My root is spread out to the waters. The dew lies all night on my branch.

What man is like Job, who drinks scorn like water,

For he draws up the drops of water, which distill in rain from his vapor,

By the breath of God, ice is given, and the width of the waters is frozen.

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

“Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover you?

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

He made darkness his hiding place, his pavilion around him, darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.

Then the channels of waters appeared. The foundations of the world were laid bare at your rebuke, Yahweh, at the blast of the breath of your nostrils.

He sent from on high. He took me. He drew me out of many waters.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.

Yahweh’s voice is on the waters. The God of glory thunders, even Yahweh on many waters.

Yahweh’s voice is on the waters. The God of glory thunders, even Yahweh on many waters.

For this, let everyone who is godly pray to you in a time when you may be found. Surely when the great waters overflow, they shall not reach to him.

He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap. He lays up the deeps in storehouses.

As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

though its waters roar and are troubled, though the mountains tremble with their swelling.

Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, but you brought us to the place of abundance.

Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!