Psalms 42:6

Also delight yourself in Yahweh, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

At the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is, being interpreted, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

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,

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.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

Again, a second time he went away, and prayed, saying, “My Father, if this cup can’t pass away from me unless I drink it, your desire be done.”

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

For I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me.

But from there you shall seek Yahweh your God, and you shall find him when you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul.

Should evil be recompensed for good? For they have dug a pit for my soul. Remember how I stood before you to speak good for them, to turn away your wrath from them.

I can of myself do nothing. As I hear, I judge, and my judgment is righteous; because I don’t seek my own will, but the will of my Father who sent me.

And being found in human form, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to the point of death, yes, the death of the cross.

Moses said to him, “As soon as I have gone out of the city, I will spread out my hands to Yahweh. The thunders shall cease, and there will not be any more hail; that you may know that the earth is Yahweh’s.

then I will command my blessing on you in the sixth year, and it shall bear fruit for the three years.

from Aroer, which is on the edge of the valley of the Arnon, even to Mount Sion (also called Hermon),

Yahweh will command the blessing on you in your barns, and in all that you put your hand to. He will bless you in the land which Yahweh your God gives you.

The king said to him, “Where is he?” Ziba said to the king, “Behold, he is in the house of Machir the son of Ammiel, in Lo Debar.”

But show kindness to the sons of Barzillai the Gileadite, and let them be among those who eat at your table; for so they came to me when I fled from Absalom your brother.

At the evening offering I arose up from my humiliation, even with my garment and my robe torn; and I fell on my knees, and spread out my hands to Yahweh my God;

“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

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.

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.

He alone is my rock, my salvation, and my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.

He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress. I will not be shaken.

saying, “God has forsaken him. Pursue and take him, for no one will rescue him.”

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

Yahweh’s works are great, pondered by all those who delight in them.

I looked, and there was no one to help; and I wondered that there was no one to uphold. Therefore my own arm brought salvation to me. My own wrath upheld me.

But Jesus answered, “You don’t know what you are asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I am about to drink, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?” They said to him, “We are able.”

Abram fell on his face. God talked with him, saying,

Then Moses and Aaron fell on their faces before all the assembly of the congregation of the children of Israel.

They fell on their faces, and said, “God, the God of the spirits of all flesh, shall one man sin, and will you be angry with all the congregation?”

and from Heshbon to Ramath Mizpeh, and Betonim; and from Mahanaim to the border of Debir;

Then Nahash the Ammonite came up, and encamped against Jabesh Gilead: and all the men of Jabesh said to Nahash, “Make a covenant with us, and we will serve you.”

Then David arose, and all the people who were with him, and they passed over the Jordan. By the morning light there lacked not one of them who had not gone over the Jordan.

Then the Levitical priests arose and blessed the people. Their voice was heard, and their prayer came up to his holy habitation, even to heaven.

Of the children of the priests: the children of Habaiah, the children of Hakkoz, and the children of Barzillai, who took a wife of the daughters of Barzillai the Gileadite, and was called after their name.

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

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

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.

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

For in the day of trouble, he will keep me secretly in his pavilion. In the secret place of his tabernacle, he will hide me. He will lift me up on a rock.

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

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

I will remember Yah’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

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

My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

He who diligently seeks good seeks favor, but he who searches after evil, it shall come to him.

A man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the storm, as streams of water in a dry place, as the shade of a large rock in a weary land.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

The Lord Yahweh has opened my ear. I was not rebellious. I have not turned back.

Yet it pleased Yahweh to bruise him. He has caused him to suffer. When you make his soul an offering for sin, he will see his offspring. He will prolong his days and Yahweh’s pleasure will prosper in his hand.

“Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, with which Yahweh has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

“When my soul fainted within me, I remembered Yahweh. My prayer came in to you, into your holy temple.

But Yahweh is in his holy temple. Let all the earth be silent before him!”

So they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, “Father, I thank you that you listened to me.

But that the world may know that I love the Father, and as the Father commanded me, even so I do. Arise, let’s go from here.

Jesus therefore said to Peter, “Put the sword into its sheath. The cup which the Father has given me, shall I not surely drink it?”

whatever prayer and supplication is made by any man, or by all your people Israel, who shall each know the plague of his own heart, and spread out his hands toward this house,

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

I will wash my hands in innocence, so I will go about your altar, Yahweh,

Don’t gather my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men;

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

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.

You have created the north and the south. Tabor and Hermon rejoice in your name.

The king’s wrath is like the roaring of a lion, but his favor is like dew on the grass.

For who will have pity on you, Jerusalem? Who will mourn you? Who will come to ask of your welfare?

Hear, you peoples, all of you. Listen, O earth, and all that is therein: and let the Lord Yahweh be witness against you, the Lord from his holy temple.

Then Jesus said to them, “All of you will be made to stumble because of me tonight, for it is written, ‘I will strike the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’

By chance a certain priest was going down that way. When he saw him, he passed by on the other side.

For even Christ didn’t please himself. But, as it is written, “The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me.”

For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

When David had come to Mahanaim, Shobi the son of Nahash of Rabbah of the children of Ammon, and Machir the son of Ammiel of Lodebar, and Barzillai the Gileadite of Rogelim,

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

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves.

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion; for there Yahweh gives the blessing, even life forever more.

I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.

He went forward a little, fell on his face, and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass away from me; nevertheless, not what I desire, but what you desire.”

About the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?” That is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”