Psalms 143:7

but those who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run, and not be weary. They will walk, and not faint.

I sought Yahweh, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

The avenger of blood shall himself put the murderer to death. When he meets him, he shall put him to death.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

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

He will not always accuse; neither will he stay angry forever.

I wait for Yahweh. My soul waits. I hope in his word.

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

The poor and needy seek water, and there is none. Their tongue fails for thirst. I, Yahweh, will answer them. I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.

In overflowing wrath I hid my face from you for a moment, but with everlasting loving kindness I will have mercy on you,” says Yahweh your Redeemer.

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,

Then my anger shall be kindled against them in that day, and I will forsake them, and I will hide my face from them, and they shall be devoured, and many evils and troubles shall come on them; so that they will say in that day, ‘Haven’t these evils come on us because our God is not among us?’

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

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.

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.

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.

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

God, don’t keep silent. Don’t keep silent, and don’t be still, God.

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

My eyes fail for your word. I say, “When will you comfort me?”

I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor plan, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in Sheol, where you are going.

“If you turn away your foot from the Sabbath, from doing your pleasure on my holy day; and call the Sabbath a delight, and the holy of Yahweh honorable; and honor it, not doing your own ways, nor finding your own pleasure, nor speaking your own words,

while men come to fight with the Chaldeans, and to fill them with the dead bodies of men, whom I have killed in my anger and in my wrath, and for all whose wickedness I have hidden my face from this city:

So Zedekiah the king swore secretly to Jeremiah, saying, “As Yahweh lives, who made us this soul, I will not put you to death, neither will I give you into the hand of these men who seek your life.”

Who is a God like you, who pardons iniquity, and passes over the disobedience of the remnant of his heritage? He doesn’t retain his anger forever, because he delights in loving kindness.

For the vision is yet for the appointed time, and it hurries toward the end, and won’t prove false. Though it takes time, wait for it; because it will surely come. It won’t delay.

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.

Your sons and your daughters will be given to another people. Your eyes will look, and fail with longing for them all day long. There will be no power in your hand.

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

“Behold, God is mighty, and doesn’t despise anyone. He is mighty in strength of understanding.

Give ear to my words, Yahweh. Consider my meditation.

For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

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.

“What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

This poor man cried, and Yahweh heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

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

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be counted.

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.

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

Will you be angry with us forever? Will you draw out your anger to all generations?

Hear, Yahweh, and answer me, for I am poor and needy.

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

He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer.

God of my praise, don’t remain silent,

My soul faints for your salvation. I hope in your word.

The wicked flee when no one pursues; but the righteous are as bold as a lion.

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.

Therefore Yahweh will wait, that he may be gracious to you; and therefore he will be exalted, that he may have mercy on you, for Yahweh is a God of justice. Blessed are all those who wait for him.

You heard my voice: “Don’t hide your ear from my sighing, and my cry.”

Turn to the stronghold, you prisoners of hope! Even today I declare that I will restore double to you.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Not that I have already obtained, or am already made perfect; but I press on, that I may take hold of that for which also I was taken hold of by Christ Jesus.

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

casting all your worries on him, because he cares for you.

Behold, you have driven me out today from the surface of the ground. I will be hidden from your face, and I will be a fugitive and a wanderer in the earth. Whoever finds me will kill me.”

Among these nations you will find no ease, and there will be no rest for the sole of your foot; but Yahweh will give you there a trembling heart, failing of eyes, and pining of soul.

Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!

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

He shall receive a blessing from Yahweh, righteousness from the God of his salvation.

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

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

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

My soul is consumed with longing for your ordinances at all times.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence.

So they, and all that belonged to them went down alive into Sheol. The earth closed on them, and they perished from among the assembly.

the food of his table, the seating of his servants, the attendance of his ministers, their clothing, his cup bearers also, their clothing, and his ascent by which he went up to Yahweh’s house; there was no more spirit in her.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?”

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,

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

Bow down your ear to me. Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock, a house of defense to save me.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.

Hear my prayer, God. Listen to the words of my mouth.

Listen to my prayer, God. Don’t hide yourself from my supplication.

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

Hurry, God, to deliver me. Come quickly to help me, Yahweh.

But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer. Yahweh, don’t delay.

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

My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

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.

My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.

Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Let’s swallow them up alive like Sheol, and whole, like those who go down into the pit.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.

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

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.”

For Sheol can’t praise you. Death can’t celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth.

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.

He has made me dwell in dark places, as those who have been long dead.

I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.

men fainting for fear, and for expectation of the things which are coming on the world: for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.