Psalms 31:9

Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.

God sets the lonely in families. He brings out the prisoners with singing, but the rebellious dwell in a sun-scorched land.

Yahweh said to Aaron, “You shall have no inheritance in their land, neither shall you have any portion among them. I am your portion and your inheritance among the children of Israel.

“If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.

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

My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!

Why should you be beaten more, that you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

“Yahweh, the God of Israel, says, ‘You shall tell the king of Judah, who sent you to me to inquire of me: “Behold, Pharaoh’s army, which has come out to help you, will return to Egypt into their own land.

to shine on those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death; to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

If they are bound in fetters, and are taken in the cords of afflictions,

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.

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

For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death.

Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.

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

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.

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

“For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”

“Look, Yahweh; for I am in distress. My heart is troubled. My heart turns over within me, for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad, the sword bereaves. At home, it is like death.

“Yahweh is my portion,” says my soul. “Therefore I will hope in him.”

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

It will no longer be the confidence of the house of Israel, bringing iniquity to memory, when they turn to look after them. Then they will know that I am the Lord Yahweh.” ’ ”

The king of Egypt didn’t come out of his land any more; for the king of Babylon had taken, from the brook of Egypt to the river Euphrates, all that belonged to the king of Egypt.

whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.

Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.

I have set Yahweh always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

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

When evildoers came at me to eat up my flesh, even my adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell.

For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

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

He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and broke away their chains.

Give us help against the enemy, for the help of man is vain.

Yahweh is my portion. I promised to obey your words.

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light. The light has shined on those who lived in the land of the shadow of death.

They will be dismayed and confounded, because of Ethiopia their expectation, and of Egypt their glory.

Therefore I said, “Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don’t labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

The portion of Jacob is not like these; for he is the maker of all things; and Israel is the tribe of his inheritance: Yahweh of Armies is his name.

“Therefore now Yahweh, the God of Armies, the God of Israel, says: ‘Why do you commit great evil against your own souls, to cut off from yourselves man and woman, infant and nursing child out of the middle of Judah, to leave yourselves no one remaining;

The portion of Jacob is not like these, for he is the former of all things; including the tribe of his inheritance: Yahweh of Armies is his name.

the people who sat in darkness saw a great light, to those who sat in the region and shadow of death, to them light has dawned.”

So you are no longer a bondservant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.

Let’s arise, and go up to Bethel. I will make there an altar to God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me on the way which I went.”

But if her husband forbids her in the day that he hears it, then he makes void her vow which is on her and the rash utterance of her lips, with which she has bound her soul. Yahweh will forgive her.

She vowed a vow, and said, “Yahweh of Armies, if you will indeed look at the affliction of your servant and remember me, and not forget your servant, but will give to your servant a boy, then I will give him to Yahweh all the days of his life, and no razor shall come on his head.”

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

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. Yahweh will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them.

Don’t let them say in their heart, “Aha! That’s the way we want it!” Don’t let them say, “We have swallowed him up!”

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.

Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?

My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

which my lips promised, and my mouth spoke, when I was in distress.

For all day long I have been plagued, and punished every morning.

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

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

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

to him who struck down the Egyptian firstborn; for his loving kindness endures forever;

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

Just as many were astonished at you— his appearance was marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men—

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.

All your enemies have opened their mouth wide against you. They hiss and gnash their teeth. They say, “We have swallowed her up. Certainly this is the day that we looked for. We have found it. We have seen it.”

Our eyes still fail, looking in vain for our help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.

For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim.