Psalms 55:2

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

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

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

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.”

Yahweh is my strength and my shield. My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices. With my song I will thank him.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies.

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.

But those of those who escape, they will escape and will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, everyone in his iniquity.

Yah is my strength and song. He has become my salvation. This is my God, and I will praise him; my father’s God, and I will exalt him.

You, Solomon my son, know the God of your father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind; for Yahweh searches all hearts, and understands all the imaginations of the thoughts. If you seek him, he will be found by you; but if you forsake him, he will cast you off forever.

I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

Give ear to my words, Yahweh. Consider my meditation.

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

Yahweh is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? Yahweh is the strength of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid?

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold.

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.

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.

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

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

“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

For Yahweh won’t reject his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.

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

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

Yahweh, the Lord, the strength of my salvation, you have covered my head in the day of battle.

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

but those who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run, and not be weary. They will walk, and not faint.

They will say of me, ‘There is righteousness and strength only in Yahweh.’ ” Even to him will men come. All those who raged against him will be disappointed.

We all roar like bears and moan bitterly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.

You have removed my soul far away from peace. I forgot prosperity.

It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her servants moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.

I will strengthen them in Yahweh; and they will walk up and down in his name,” says Yahweh.

Jesus said these things, then lifting up his eyes to heaven, he said, “Father, the time has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may also glorify you;

Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of his might.

I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.

and two turtledoves, or two young pigeons, such as he is able to afford; and the one shall be a sin offering, and the other a burnt offering.

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.

“Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

“Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

Therefore I am terrified at his presence. When I consider, I am afraid of him.

“If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

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

Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

Hear, Yahweh, when I cry with my voice. Have mercy also on me, and answer me.

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

I sought Yahweh, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears.

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

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?

Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

But most certainly, God has listened. He has heard the voice of my prayer.

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

Surely his salvation is near those who fear him, that glory may dwell in our land.

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

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

Behold, I long for your precepts! Revive me in your righteousness.

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

Ensure your servant’s well-being. Don’t let the proud oppress me.

Hear my voice according to your loving kindness. Revive me, Yahweh, according to your ordinances.

Salvation is far from the wicked, for they don’t seek your statutes.

Deliver me, Yahweh, from the evil man. Preserve me from the violent man:

Yahweh, I have called on you. Come to me quickly! Listen to my voice when I call to you.

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.

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.

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.

Therefore justice is far from us, and righteousness doesn’t overtake us. We look for light, but see darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold, dismay!

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!

But Yahweh of Armies, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them, for I have revealed my cause to you.

Jerusalem remembers in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that were from the days of old; when her people fell into the hand of the adversary, and no one helped her. The adversaries saw her. They mocked at her desolations.

“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 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.

Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.

You heard my voice: “Don’t hide your ear from my sighing, and my cry.”

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

They haven’t cried to me with their heart, but they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.

saying, ‘Don’t be afraid, Paul. You must stand before Caesar. Behold, God has granted you all those who sail with 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,