Psalms 143:4

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

But from there you shall seek Yahweh your God, and you shall find him when you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul.

“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

Should evil be recompensed for good? For they have dug a pit for my soul. Remember how I stood before you to speak good for them, to turn away your wrath from them.

They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, a horror to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.

He alone is my rock, my salvation, and my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.

He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress. I will not be shaken.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me.

In the course of those many days, the king of Egypt died, and the children of Israel sighed because of the bondage, and they cried, and their cry came up to God because of the bondage.

When I heard these words, I sat down and wept, and mourned several days; and I fasted and prayed before the God of heaven,

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

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.

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

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

Answer me, Yahweh, for your loving kindness is good. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, turn to me.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

Turn to me, and have mercy on me! Give your strength to your servant. Save the son of your servant.

You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

Indignation has taken hold on me, because of the wicked who forsake your law.

My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

He who diligently seeks good seeks favor, but he who searches after evil, it shall come to him.

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.

“Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, with which Yahweh has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

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.

Joshua tore his clothes, and fell to the earth on his face before Yahweh’s ark until the evening, he and the elders of Israel; and they put dust on their heads.

They put away the foreign gods from among them and served Yahweh; and his soul was grieved for the misery of Israel.

“Tomorrow about this time I will send you a man out of the land of Benjamin, and you shall anoint him to be prince over my people Israel. He will save my people out of the hand of the Philistines; for I have looked upon my people, because their cry has come to me.”

Then the Levitical priests arose and blessed the people. Their voice was heard, and their prayer came up to his holy habitation, even to heaven.

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

You have sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

They drive away the donkey of the fatherless, and they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.

There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish.

He has dug a hole, and has fallen into the pit which he made.

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

Yahweh lives! Blessed be my rock. Exalted be the God of my salvation,

“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.

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.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

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.

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.

Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

He will fulfill the desire of those who fear him. He also will hear their cry, and will save them.

Yahweh, the Redeemer of Israel, and his Holy One, says to him whom man despises, to him whom the nation abhors, to a servant of rulers: “Kings shall see and rise up, princes, and they shall worship, because of Yahweh who is faithful, even the Holy One of Israel, who has chosen you.”

Now at that time the king of Babylon’s army was besieging Jerusalem. Jeremiah the prophet was shut up in the court of the guard, which was in the king of Judah’s house.

He has walled me about, so that I can’t go out. He has made my chain heavy.

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

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

and have cast lots for my people, and have given a boy for a prostitute, and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink.

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.

I cut off the three shepherds in one month; for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.

He took with him Peter, James, and John, and began to be greatly troubled and distressed.

“Now my soul is troubled. What shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this time?’ But I came to this time for this cause.

But about midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.

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,

Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this: to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.

In covetousness they will exploit you with deceptive words: whose sentence now from of old doesn’t linger, and their destruction will not slumber.

When I heard this thing, I tore my garment and my robe, and pulled the hair out of my head and of my beard, and sat down confounded.

Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.

Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.

Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness. Give me relief from my distress. Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.

Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.

Let destruction come on him unawares. Let his net that he has hidden catch himself. Let him fall into that destruction.

I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves.

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.

You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.

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

then the waters would have overwhelmed us, the stream would have gone over our soul;

Don’t move the ancient boundary stone. Don’t encroach on the fields of the fatherless,

In that day, the Lord, Yahweh of Armies, called to weeping, to mourning, to baldness, and to dressing in sackcloth;

The earth also is polluted under its inhabitants, because they have transgressed the laws, violated the statutes, and broken the everlasting covenant.

Let a cry be heard from their houses when you bring a troop suddenly on them; for they have dug a pit to take me and hidden snares for my feet.

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