Job 3:24

Trust in him at all times, you people. Pour out your heart before him. God is a refuge for us.

At the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is, being interpreted, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

About the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?” That is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

With my soul I have desired you in the night. Yes, with my spirit within me I will seek you earnestly; for when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.

You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.

Hannah answered, “No, my lord, I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit. I have not been drinking wine or strong drink, but I poured out my soul before Yahweh.

He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your teachers won’t be hidden any more, but your eyes will see your teachers;

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

He, in the days of his flesh, having offered up prayers and petitions with strong crying and tears to him who was able to save him from death, and having been heard for his godly fear,

I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

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

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

He feeds on ashes. A deceived heart has turned him aside; and he can’t deliver his soul, nor say, “Isn’t there a lie in my right hand?”

Your sons have fainted. They lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Yahweh’s wrath, the rebuke of your God.

Therefore Yahweh of Armies, the God of Israel, says, “Behold, I will feed them, even this people, with wormwood and give them poisoned water to drink.

But those of those who escape, they will escape and will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, everyone in his iniquity.

It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her servants moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.

So Gideon and the hundred men who were with him came to the outermost part of the camp in the beginning of the middle watch, when they had but newly set the watch. Then they blew the trumpets and broke in pieces the pitchers that were in their hands.

They gathered together to Mizpah, and drew water, and poured it out before Yahweh, and fasted on that day, and said there, “We have sinned against Yahweh.” Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpah.

Look away from him, that he may rest, until he accomplishes, as a hireling, his day.

“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is no one to help.

Don’t gather my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men;

Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like a great deep. Yahweh, you preserve man and animal.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

My eyes stay open through the night watches, that I might meditate on your word.

Lift up your hands in the sanctuary. Praise Yahweh!

Therefore I will give him a portion with the great. He will divide the plunder with the strong; because he poured out his soul to death and was counted with the transgressors; yet he bore the sins of many and made intercession for the transgressors.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

You have removed my soul far away from peace. I forgot prosperity.

How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

I, Daniel, alone saw the vision; for the men who were with me didn’t see the vision; but a great quaking fell on them, and they fled to hide themselves.

Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.

Yahweh, how long will I cry, and you will not hear? I cry out to you “Violence!” and will you not save?

In the fourth watch of the night, Jesus came to them, walking on the sea.

Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.

Watch therefore, for you don’t know when the lord of the house is coming, whether at evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or in the morning;

In these days, he went out to the mountain to pray, and he continued all night in prayer to God.

pursued, yet not forsaken; struck down, yet not destroyed;

Be free from the love of money, content with such things as you have, for he has said, “I will in no way leave you, neither will I in any way forsake you.”

My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

‘I am clean, without disobedience. I am innocent, neither is there iniquity in me.

so that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

He sings before men, and says, ‘I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it didn’t profit me.

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

My God, I have trusted in you. Don’t let me be shamed. Don’t let my enemies triumph over me.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

Don’t forsake me, Yahweh. My God, don’t be far from me.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

We all roar like bears and moan bitterly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.

Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.

“Son of man, eat your bread with quaking, and drink your water with trembling and with fearfulness.