Psalms 31:10

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Then the king’s face was changed in him, and his thoughts troubled him; and the joints of his thighs were loosened, and his knees struck one against another.

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.

Your dead bodies shall fall in this wilderness; and all who were counted of you, according to your whole number, from twenty years old and upward, who have complained against me,

I, Yahweh, have spoken. I will surely do this to all this evil congregation who are gathered together against me. In this wilderness they shall be consumed, and there they shall die.”

The men of Ai struck about thirty-six men of them. They chased them from before the gate even to Shebarim, and struck them at the descent. The hearts of the people melted, and became like water.

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified me.

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

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke.

They mount up to the sky; they go down again to the depths. Their soul melts away because of trouble.

I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.

“ ‘When you offer an offering of a meal offering baked in the oven, it shall be unleavened cakes of fine flour mixed with oil, or unleavened wafers anointed with oil.

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.

know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.

“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

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

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

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

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, don’t forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.

For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

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

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

Even to old age I am he, and even to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear. Yes, I will carry, and will deliver.

Behold, the Lord Yahweh will help me! Who is he who will condemn me? Behold, they will all grow old like a garment. The moths will eat them up.

Heal me, O Yahweh, and I will be healed. Save me, and I will be saved; for you are my praise.

I will spread my net on him, and he will be taken in my snare. I will bring him to Babylon, and will enter into judgment with him there for his trespass that he has trespassed against me.

“Come! Let’s return to Yahweh; for he has torn us to pieces, and he will heal us; he has injured us, and he will bind up our wounds.

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

I also will do this to you: I will appoint terror over you, even consumption and fever, that shall consume the eyes, and make the soul to pine away. You will sow your seed in vain, for your enemies will eat it.

Moses cried to Yahweh, saying, “Heal her, God, I beg you!”

As soon as we had heard it, our hearts melted, and there wasn’t any more spirit in any man, because of you: for Yahweh your God, he is God in heaven above, and on earth beneath.

Now while Ezra prayed and made confession, weeping and casting himself down before God’s house, there was gathered together to him out of Israel a very great assembly of men and women and children; for the people wept very bitterly.

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

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

Yahweh my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his children begging for bread.

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

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

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.

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.

You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.

As smoke is driven away, so drive them away. As wax melts before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.

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

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

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

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

The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

My soul is weary with sorrow: strengthen me according to your word.

Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don’t observe your law.

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

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.

But if you will not hear it, my soul will weep in secret for your pride. My eye will weep bitterly, and run down with tears, because Yahweh’s flock has been taken captive.

My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

He has turned away my ways, and pulled me in pieces. He has made me desolate.

My eye affects my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

Yahweh said to him, “Go through the middle of the city, through the middle of Jerusalem, and set a mark on the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry over all the abominations that are done within it.”

I will also spread my net on him, and he will be taken in my snare. I will bring him to Babylon to the land of the Chaldeans; yet he will not see it, though he will die there.

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

“He has blinded their eyes and he hardened their heart, lest they should see with their eyes, and perceive with their heart, and would turn, and I would heal them.”

For many walk, of whom I told you often, and now tell you even weeping, as the enemies of the cross of Christ,

You shall take all the fat that covers the innards, the cover of the liver, the two kidneys, and the fat that is on them, and burn them on the altar.

The priest shall burn it on the altar: it is the food of the offering made by fire to Yahweh.

All its fat he shall take from it, and burn it on the altar.

For we must die, and are like water spilled on the ground, which can’t be gathered up again; neither does God take away life, but devises means, that he who is banished not be an outcast from him.

They roasted the Passover with fire according to the ordinance. They boiled the holy offerings in pots, in cauldrons, and in pans, and carried them quickly to all the children of the people.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

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

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.”

Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails.

Therefore he consumed their days in vanity, and their years in terror.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

“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.

that I have great sorrow and unceasing pain in my heart.