Psalms 6:3

In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.

Now faith is assurance of things hoped for, proof of things not seen.

Why do you hide your face, and consider me your enemy?

Look away from him, that he may rest, until he accomplishes, as a hireling, his day.

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.

They cried with a loud voice, saying, “How long, Master, the holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”

If you take advantage of them at all, and they cry at all to me, I will surely hear their cry;

For Yahweh will judge his people, and have compassion on his servants, when he sees that their power is gone; that there is no one remaining, shut up or left at large.

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.

My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away;

He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

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

My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

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

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

How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

Relent, Yahweh! How long? Have compassion on your servants!

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

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

For Yahweh will judge his people and have compassion on his servants.

Why do you cry over your injury? Your pain is incurable. For the greatness of your iniquity, because your sins have increased, I have done these things to you.

You who have purer eyes than to see evil, and who cannot look on perversity, why do you tolerate those who deal treacherously, and keep silent when the wicked swallows up the man who is more righteous than he,

He said to them, “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch.”

When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews weeping who came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled,

“ ‘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.

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

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

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

Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.

I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God.

For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise.

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

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

He remembered for them his covenant, and repented according to the multitude of his loving kindnesses.

This is my comfort in my affliction, for your word has revived me.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

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

“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.

My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.

For the Lord will not cast off forever.

For her wounds are incurable; for it has come even to Judah. It reaches to the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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

When I was with you in the temple daily, you didn’t stretch out your hands against me. But this is your hour, and the power of darkness.”

When Jesus had said this, he was troubled in spirit, and testified, “Most certainly I tell you that one of you will betray me.”

and might deliver all of them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.

This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and entering into that which is within the veil;

The Lord is not slow concerning his promise, as some count slowness; but he is patient with us, not wishing that anyone should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

David was greatly distressed; for the people spoke of stoning him, because the souls of all the people were grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters; but David strengthened himself in Yahweh his God.

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,

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

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

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

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

Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him. Don’t fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.

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?

Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

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.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

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

Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,

Will you be angry with us forever? Will you draw out your anger to all generations?

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

Who among you fears Yahweh and obeys the voice of his servant? He who walks in darkness and has no light, let him trust in Yahweh’s name, and rely on his God.

Their nobles send their little ones to the waters. They come to the cisterns, and find no water. They return with their vessels empty. They are disappointed and confounded, and cover their heads.

For Yahweh says, “Your hurt is incurable. Your wound is grievous.

Why do you forget us forever, and forsake us for so long a time?

Yahweh relented concerning this. “This also shall not be,” says the Lord Yahweh.

Who knows whether God will not turn and relent, and turn away from his fierce anger, so that we might not perish?”

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

pursued, yet not forsaken; struck down, yet not destroyed;

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you fall into various temptations,

Wherein you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved in various trials,

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

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

Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my soul from their destruction, my precious life from the lions.

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

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.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

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

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

Then he said to them, “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch with me.”

Won’t God avenge his chosen ones who are crying out to him day and night, and yet he exercises patience with them?