our heart

Lamentations 1:13, 22
He sent fire from on high; He made it seep into my bones; He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long. . . .

Leviticus 26:36
As for those of you who survive, I will send a faintness into their hearts in the lands of their enemies, so that even the sound of a windblown leaf will put them to flight. And they will flee as one flees the sword, and fall when no one pursues them.

Isaiah 1:5
Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted.

Jeremiah 8:18
My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.

Jeremiah 46:5
Why am I seeing this? They are terrified, they are retreating, their warriors are defeated, they flee in haste, they never look back, terror is on every side! declares the LORD.

Ezekiel 21:7, 15
And when they ask, 'Why are you groaning?' you are to say, 'Because of the news that is coming. Every heart will melt, and every hand will go limp. Every spirit will faint, and every knee will turn to water.' Yes, it is coming and it will surely happen, declares the Lord GOD." . . .

Micah 6:13
Therefore I will strike you severely, to ruin you because of your sins.

our eyes

Lamentations 2:11
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of my people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

Deuteronomy 28:65
Among those nations you will find no repose, not even a resting place for the sole of your foot. There the LORD will give you a trembling heart, failing eyes, and a despairing soul.

Job 17:7
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.

Psalm 6:7
My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.

Psalm 31:9
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well.

Psalm 69:3
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Isaiah 38:14
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.