Psalms 22:2

In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.

Moreover as for me, far be it from me that I should sin against Yahweh in ceasing to pray for you: but I will instruct you in the good and the right way.

I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.

For God is my witness, whom I serve in my spirit in the Good News of his Son, how unceasingly I make mention of you always in my prayers,

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones,

Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

You will guide me with your counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you fall into various temptations,

They cried with a loud voice, saying, “How long, Master, the holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”

If you take advantage of them at all, and they cry at all to me, I will surely hear their cry;

But no one says, ‘Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night,

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

You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.

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.

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

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

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

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

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

At midnight I will rise to give thanks to you, because of your righteous ordinances.

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

I rise before dawn and cry for help. I put my hope in your words.

My soul longs for the Lord more than watchmen long for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.

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

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

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.”

Won’t God avenge his chosen ones who are crying out to him day and night, and yet he exercises patience with them?

For we rejoice when we are weak and you are strong. We also pray for this: your becoming perfect.

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.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.”

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.

I will bless Yahweh at all times. His praise will always be in my mouth.

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

Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.

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

Clouds and darkness are around him. Righteousness and justice are the foundation of his throne.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

God of my praise, don’t remain silent,

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God, now?”

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

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

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.

Yahweh, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel says: “I am Yahweh your God, who teaches you to profit, who leads you by the way that you should go.

The Lord Yahweh has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary. He awakens morning by morning, he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.

It has come to pass that, as he called, and they refused to listen, so they will call, and I will not listen,” said Yahweh of Armies;

In praying, don’t use vain repetitions, as the Gentiles do; for they think that they will be heard for their much speaking.

After he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into the mountain by himself to pray. When evening had come, he was there alone.

Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.

After he had taken leave of them, he went up the mountain to pray.

But he withdrew himself into the desert, and prayed.

saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.”

Paul, looking steadfastly at the council, said, “Brothers, I have lived before God in all good conscience until today.”

But this I confess to you, that after the Way, which they call a sect, so I serve the God of our fathers, believing all things which are according to the law, and which are written in the prophets;

speaking to one another in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs; singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;

I thank my God whenever I remember you,

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,

The Lord is not slow concerning his promise, as some count slowness; but he is patient with us, not wishing that anyone should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

I will kill her children with Death, and all the assemblies will know that I am he who searches the minds and hearts. I will give to each one of you according to your deeds.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.

My eyes stay open through the night watches, that I might meditate on your word.

Yahweh, how long will I cry, and you will not hear? I cry out to you “Violence!” and will you not save?

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

“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

Yahweh, in the morning you will hear my voice. In the morning I will lay my requests before you, and will watch expectantly.

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.

Guide me in your truth, and teach me, For you are the God of my salvation, I wait for you all day long.

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.

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

Yahweh God of Armies, how long will you be angry against the prayer of your people?

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

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.

He left them again, went away, and prayed a third time, saying the same words.

In these days, he went out to the mountain to pray, and he continued all night in prayer to God.

night and day praying exceedingly that we may see your face, and may perfect that which is lacking in your faith?

I thank God, whom I serve as my forefathers did, with a pure conscience. How unceasing is my memory of you in my petitions, night and day

and she had been a widow for about eighty-four years), who didn’t depart from the temple, worshiping with fastings and petitions night and day.