Psalms 102:5

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

with all prayer and requests, praying at all times in the Spirit, and being watchful to this end in all perseverance and requests for all the saints:

Then he said to them, “Go your way. Eat the fat, drink the sweet, and send portions to him for whom nothing is prepared, for today is holy to our Lord. Don’t be grieved, for the joy of Yahweh is your strength.”

For it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father who speaks in you.

For godly sorrow produces repentance to salvation, which brings no regret. But the sorrow of the world produces death.

And because you are children, God sent out the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, “Abba, Father!”

Depart from me, you evildoers, that I may keep the commandments of my God.

I will pour on David’s house, and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplication; and they will look to me whom they have pierced; and they shall mourn for him, as one mourns for his only son, and will grieve bitterly for him, as one grieves for his firstborn.

Therefore don’t be like them, for your Father knows what things you need, before you ask him.

He will say, ‘I tell you, I don’t know where you come from. Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity.’

For through him we both have our access in one Spirit to the Father.

I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill.

All the days of the afflicted are wretched, but one who has a cheerful heart enjoys a continual feast.

Then I will tell them, ‘I never knew you. Depart from me, you who work iniquity.’

For you didn’t receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”

For we don’t have a high priest who can’t be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, but one who has been in all points tempted like we are, yet without sin.

His flesh is so consumed away that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

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

If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

She weeps bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.

Then he will say also to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire which is prepared for the devil and his angels;

You ask, and don’t receive, because you ask with wrong motives, so that you may spend it on your pleasures.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

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

Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

By Yahweh’s word, the heavens were made: all their army by the breath of his mouth.

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

Let me hear joy and gladness, that the bones which you have broken may rejoice.

You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Aren’t they in your book?

because of your indignation and your wrath; for you have taken me up and thrown me away.

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

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

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

You will see it, and your heart shall rejoice, and your bones will flourish like the tender grass. Yahweh’s hand will be known among his servants; and he will have indignation against his enemies.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

But the hour comes, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such to be his worshipers.

I will pray to the Father, and he will give you another Counselor, that he may be with you forever:

Now we who are strong ought to bear the weaknesses of the weak, and not to please ourselves.

For indeed we who are in this tent do groan, being burdened, not that we desire to be unclothed, but that we desire to be clothed, that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

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,

God said to him, “Because you have asked this thing, and have not asked for yourself long life, nor have you asked for riches for yourself, nor have you asked for the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself understanding to discern justice;

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint;’

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

Yahweh, you have heard the desire of the humble. You will prepare their heart. You will cause your ear to hear,

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

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

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

The life of the body is a heart at peace, but envy rots the bones.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

For the people will dwell in Zion at Jerusalem. You will weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the voice of your cry. When he hears you, he will answer you.

and said, “Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” Then Hezekiah wept bitterly.

“Go, and tell Hezekiah, ‘Yahweh, the God of David your father, says, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your life.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

But Jesus answered, “You don’t know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I am about to drink, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?” They said to him, “We are able.”

If therefore there is any exhortation in Christ, if any consolation of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any tender mercies and compassion,

Huram continued, “Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, who made heaven and earth, who has given to David the king a wise son, endowed with discretion and understanding, who would build a house for Yahweh, and a house for his kingdom.

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

All my bones shall say, “Yahweh, who is like you, who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him; yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?”

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

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren’t hidden from you.

You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.

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

I said to myself, “Behold, I have obtained for myself great wisdom above all who were before me in Jerusalem. Yes, my heart has had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.”

When the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and falling down before him declared to him in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately.

He who searches the hearts knows what is on the Spirit’s mind, because he makes intercession for the saints according to God.

According to the grace of God which was given to me, as a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and another builds on it. But let each man be careful how he builds on it.

For behold, this same thing, that you were grieved in a godly way, what earnest care it worked in you. Yes, what defense, indignation, fear, longing, zeal, and vengeance! In everything you demonstrated yourselves to be pure in the matter.

In the same way, the Spirit also helps our weaknesses, for we don’t know how to pray as we ought. But the Spirit himself makes intercession for us with groanings which can’t be uttered.