Psalms 119:83

Let’s not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don’t give up.

My son, don’t forget my teaching; but let your heart keep my commandments:

Is this man Coniah a despised broken vessel? Is he a vessel in which no one delights? Why are they cast out, he and his offspring, and cast into a land which they don’t know?

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

You shall say before Yahweh your God, “I have put away the holy things out of my house, and also have given them to the Levite, to the foreigner, to the fatherless, and to the widow, according to all your commandment which you have commanded me. I have not transgressed any of your commandments, neither have I forgotten them.

He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Praise Yah! Blessed is the man who fears Yahweh, who delights greatly in his commandments.

Ask now, and see whether a man travails with child. Why do I see every man with his hands on his waist, as a woman in travail, and all faces are turned pale?

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask bread, and no one breaks it for them.

She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.

“Which of you men, if you had one hundred sheep, and lost one of them, wouldn’t leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one that was lost, until he found it?

After this, Jesus, seeing that all things were now finished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I am thirsty.”

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, “It is finished.” He bowed his head, and gave up his spirit.

So Satan went out from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

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

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish— vanish like smoke.

I delight to do your will, my God. Yes, your law is within my heart.”

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

Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.

They will be dismayed. Pangs and sorrows will seize them. They will be in pain like a woman in labor. They will look in amazement one at another. Their faces will be faces of flame.

All we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone has turned to his own way; and Yahweh has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.

“From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them. He has spread a net for my feet. He has turned me back. He has made me desolate and I faint all day long.

My sheep wandered through all the mountains, and on every high hill. Yes, my sheep were scattered on all the surface of the earth. There was no one who searched or sought.”

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I will also reject you, that you may be no priest to me. Because you have forgotten your God’s law, I will also forget your children.

But he answered, “I wasn’t sent to anyone but the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”

I have other sheep, which are not of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will hear my voice. They will become one flock with one shepherd.

But when we are judged, we are punished by the Lord, that we may not be condemned with the world.

For it is God who works in you both to will and to work, for his good pleasure.

For consider him who has endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, that you don’t grow weary, fainting in your souls.

For you were going astray like sheep; but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

As many as I love, I reprove and chasten. Be zealous therefore, and repent.

Yet the chief cup bearer didn’t remember Joseph, but forgot him.

When I saw that you didn’t save me, I put my life in my hand, and passed over against the children of Ammon, and Yahweh delivered them into my hand. Why then have you come up to me today, to fight against me?”

for he put his life in his hand, and struck the Philistine, and Yahweh worked a great victory for all Israel. You saw it, and rejoiced. Why then will you sin against innocent blood, to kill David without a cause?”

Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

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

The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue stuck to the roof of their mouth.

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

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

They also gave me poison for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

With my whole heart, I have sought you. Don’t let me wander from your commandments.

Indeed your statutes are my delight, and my counselors.

Direct me in the path of your commandments, for I delight in them.

The ropes of the wicked bind me, but I won’t forget your law.

Their heart is as callous as the fat, but I delight in your law.

Let your tender mercies come to me, that I may live; for your law is my delight.

I will never forget your precepts, for with them, you have revived me.

I have longed for your salvation, Yahweh. Your law is my delight.

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

He will break it as a potter’s vessel is broken, breaking it in pieces without sparing, so that there won’t be found among the broken pieces a piece good enough to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern.”

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.

“I have surely heard Ephraim grieving thus, ‘You have chastised me, and I was chastised, as an untrained calf. Turn me, and I will be turned; for you are Yahweh my God.

My people have been lost sheep. Their shepherds have caused them to go astray. They have turned them away on the mountains. They have gone from mountain to hill. They have forgotten their resting place.

He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.

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.

After the sixty-two weeks the Anointed One will be cut off, and will have nothing. The people of the prince who come will destroy the city and the sanctuary. Its end will be with a flood, and war will be even to the end. Desolations are determined.

Rather, go to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.

No one puts new wine into old wine skins, or else the new wine will burst the skins, and it will be spilled, and the skins will be destroyed.

“His lord commended the dishonest manager because he had done wisely, for the children of this world are, in their own generation, wiser than the children of the light.

For the Son of Man came to seek and to save that which was lost.”

But now that you have come to know God, or rather to be known by God, why do you turn back again to the weak and miserable elemental principles, to which you desire to be in bondage all over again?

You have forgotten the exhortation which reasons with you as with children, “My son, don’t take lightly the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when you are reproved by him;

they also resorted to a ruse, and went and made as if they had been ambassadors, and took old sacks on their donkeys, and old, torn-up and bound up wine skins,

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.

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

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

I will delight myself in your statutes. I will not forget your word.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I won’t forget your law.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I don’t forget your commandments.

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

At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.

Neither do people put new wine into old wine skins, or else the skins would burst, and the wine be spilled, and the skins ruined. No, they put new wine into fresh wine skins, and both are preserved.”

No one puts new wine into old wineskins, or else the new wine will burst the skins, and the wine pours out, and the skins will be destroyed; but they put new wine into fresh wineskins.”