My eyes hurt.

I cried so much, my eyes hurt.

Layla's eyes hurt.

My legs still hurt.

My legs still hurt.

My legs still hurt.

My legs hurt after the long walk.

She applied a bandage to my hurt finger.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt I mourn dismay has taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt I am black astonishment hath taken hold on me.

I am keeping my eyes open and suffering, instead of closing my eyes and being unhappy.

I can't believe my eyes.

I don t have children of my own, wrote one, but reading this makes my heart hurt.

For my eyes are on all their ways they are not hidden from my face, neither is their iniquity concealed from my eyes.

Behold, your eyes see, and the eyes of my brother Benjamin, that it is my mouth that speaks to you.

And, behold, your eyes see, and the eyes of my brother Benjamin, that it is my mouth that speaketh unto you.

I saw it with my own eyes.

for my eyes have seen your salvation,

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

Nadia Al Sakkaf See Yemen through my eyes

My sister saw it with her own eyes.

that I should lower my eyes, or surrender.

Then I wished the investigator would die, especially after he threatened to hurt my family.

All that hate me whisper together against me against me do they devise my hurt.

Reading your message brought tears to my eyes and warmness to my heart.

I will not give sleep to my eyes, or slumber to my eyelids

My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.

I wish you could see Yemen through my eyes.

For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

My son, give me your heart and let your eyes keep in my ways.

In whose eyes a vile person is contemned but he honoureth them that fear the LORD. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not.

They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw that.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.

Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

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

walidsa3d This revolution killed 2 members of my family, and hurt me too much in every possible way.

They have healed also the hurt of my people superficially, saying, 'Peace, peace!' when there is no peace.

My eyes are ever on Yahweh, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.

And so, I don't know if you've ever had this, but when I close my eyes sometimes and try to sleep, I can't stop thinking about my own eyes.

Trusted not to hurt themselves, and trusted not to hurt others.