Psalms 10:1

So that with good courage we say, “The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What can man do to me?”

Yahweh is near to all those who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

Yahweh’s name is a strong tower: the righteous run to him, and are safe.

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?”

Yahweh of Armies is with us. The God of Jacob is our refuge.

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?”

that by two immutable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we may have a strong encouragement, who have fled for refuge to take hold of the hope set before us.

Abraham called the name of that place “Yahweh Will Provide”. As it is said to this day, “On Yahweh’s mountain, it will be provided.”

For what great nation is there that has a god so near to them as Yahweh our God is whenever we call on him?

You frustrate the plan of the poor, because Yahweh is his refuge.

In the shelter of your presence you will hide them from the plotting of man. You will keep them secretly in a dwelling away from the strife of tongues.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

In the fear of Yahweh is a secure fortress, and he will be a refuge for his children.

There will be a pavilion for a shade in the daytime from the heat, and for a refuge and for a shelter from storm and from rain.

Yahweh will not pardon him, but then Yahweh’s anger and his jealousy will smoke against that man, and all the curse that is written in this book will fall on him, and Yahweh will blot out his name from under the sky.

He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.

Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!

So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks forever. We will praise you forever, to all generations.

for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

Know that Yahweh, he is God. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

My help comes from Yahweh, who made heaven and earth.

Yahweh said, “I have surely seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt, and have heard their cry because of their taskmasters, for I know their sorrows.

David spoke to Yahweh when he saw the angel who struck the people, and said, “Behold, I have sinned, and I have done perversely; but these sheep, what have they done? Please let your hand be against me, and against my father’s house.”

Behold, he goes by me, and I don’t see him. He passes on also, but I don’t perceive him.

How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

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

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

You have seen it, Yahweh. Don’t keep silent. Lord, don’t be far from me.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies.

Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

How long, Yahweh? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?

They conspire with cunning against your people. They plot against your cherished ones.

You hide your face; they are troubled. You take away their breath; they die and return to the dust.

Therefore he brought down their heart with labor. They fell down, and there was no one to help.

Yahweh is on my side. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

Though I walk in the middle of trouble, you will revive me. You will stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies. Your right hand will save me.

Come, my people, enter into your rooms, and shut your doors behind you. Hide yourself for a little moment, until the indignation is past.

Yahweh, the hope of Israel, all who forsake you will be disappointed. Those who depart from me will be written in the earth, because they have forsaken Yahweh, the spring of living waters.

All who found them have devoured them. Their adversaries said, ‘We are not guilty, because they have sinned against Yahweh, the habitation of righteousness, even Yahweh, the hope of their fathers.’

The Lord has become as an enemy. He has swallowed up Israel. He has swallowed up all her palaces. He has destroyed his strongholds. He has multiplied mourning and lamentation in the daughter of Judah.

Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.

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,

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

He said, “I will hide my face from them. I will see what their end will be; for they are a very perverse generation, children in whom is no faithfulness.

The eternal God is your dwelling place. Underneath are the everlasting arms. He thrust out the enemy from before you, and said, ‘Destroy!’

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

He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

“If I go east, he is not there; if west, I can’t find him;

Behold, he finds occasions against me. He counts me for his enemy.

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

But as for me, I will walk in my integrity. Redeem me, and be merciful to me.

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

Call on me in the day of trouble. I will deliver you, and you will honor me.”

Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.

From the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.

Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.

You are my hiding place and my shield. I hope in your word.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

I will wait for Yahweh, who hides his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.

Trust in Yahweh forever; for in Yah, Yahweh, is an everlasting Rock.

A man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the storm, as streams of water in a dry place, as the shade of a large rock in a weary land.

Most certainly you are a God who has hidden yourself, God of Israel, the Savior.’ ”

Why do you forget us forever, and forsake us for so long a time?

If it happens, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace; and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king.

“Come! Let’s return to Yahweh; for he has torn us to pieces, and he will heal us; he has injured us, and he will bind up our wounds.

And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your thoughts in Christ Jesus.

Why do you hide your face, and consider me your enemy?

He works to the north, but I can’t see him. He turns south, but I can’t catch a glimpse of him.

When he gives quietness, who then can condemn? When he hides his face, who then can see him? He is over a nation or a man alike,

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

For in the day of trouble, he will keep me secretly in his pavilion. In the secret place of his tabernacle, he will hide me. He will lift me up on a rock.

Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don’t abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

You hope of Israel, its Savior in the time of trouble, why should you be as a foreigner in the land, and as a wayfaring man who turns aside to stay for a night?

Now Moses used to take the tent and pitch it outside the camp, far away from the camp, and he called it “The Tent of Meeting.” Everyone who sought Yahweh went out to the Tent of Meeting, which was outside the camp.

But don’t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help. Hurry to help me!

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Draw near to my soul and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.

God, don’t be far from me. My God, hurry to help me.

How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

Your statutes have been my songs in the house where I live.

Will you hold yourself back for these things, Yahweh? Will you keep silent and punish us very severely?

The nations will know that the house of Israel went into captivity for their iniquity; because they trespassed against me, and I hid my face from them; so I gave them into the hand of their adversaries, and they all fell by the sword.

They came to him, and woke him up, saying, “Save us, Lord! We are dying!”

Yahweh is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayer of the righteous.