Psalms 38:10

I opened my mouth wide and panted, for I longed for your commandments.

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

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

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

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

Great is Yahweh, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.

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

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.”

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask bread, and no one breaks it for them.

After this, Jesus, seeing that all things were now finished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I am thirsty.”

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, “It is finished.” He bowed his head, and gave up his spirit.

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.

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

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

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

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Yahweh, you have been favorable to your land. You have restored the fortunes of Jacob.

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

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

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.

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

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.

The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue stuck to the roof of their mouth.

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.

For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer.

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

We have heard with our ears, God; our fathers have told us what work you did in their days, in the days of old.

Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph!

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

They also gave me poison for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.

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

You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,

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

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Therefore Sheol has enlarged its desire, and opened its mouth without measure; and their glory, their multitude, their pomp, and he who rejoices among them, descend into it.

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.

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.

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 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!

“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;

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

After the sixty-two weeks the Anointed One will be cut off, and will have nothing. The people of the prince who come will destroy the city and the sanctuary. Its end will be with a flood, and war will be even to the end. Desolations are determined.

For everyone who lives on milk is not experienced in the word of righteousness, for he is a baby.

In the morning you will say, “I wish it were evening!” and at evening you will say, “I wish it were morning!” for the fear of your heart which you will fear, and for the sights which your eyes will see.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

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

As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

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

If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,

Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

Princes shall come out of Egypt. Ethiopia shall hurry to stretch out her hands to God.

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

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

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

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

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

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.

My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.

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.

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

Moreover Yahweh’s word came to me, saying,

Belshazzar the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand.

In that night Belshazzar the Chaldean King was slain.

For entangled like thorns, and drunken as with their drink, they are consumed utterly like dry stubble.

Then because of the Jews’ Preparation Day (for the tomb was near at hand) they laid Jesus there.

For as yet they didn’t know the Scripture, that he must rise from the dead.

In his humiliation, his judgment was taken away. Who will declare His generation? For his life is taken from the earth.”

For behold, this same thing, that you were grieved in a godly way, what earnest care it worked in you. Yes, what defense, indignation, fear, longing, zeal, and vengeance! In everything you demonstrated yourselves to be pure in the matter.