Psalms 69:3

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

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

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.

For I hope in you, Yahweh. You will answer, Lord my God.

Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily!

they gave him sour wine to drink mixed with gall. When he had tasted it, he would not drink.

They offered him wine mixed with myrrh to drink, but he didn’t take it.

For I tell you that this which is written must still be fulfilled in me: ‘He was counted with transgressors.’ For that which concerns me has an end.”

Among these nations you will find no ease, and there will be no rest for the sole of your foot; but Yahweh will give you there a trembling heart, failing of eyes, and pining of soul.

So are the paths of all who forget God. The hope of the godless man will perish,

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.

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

Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don’t abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me, lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

As for me, you uphold me in my integrity, and set me in your presence forever.

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan

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

He will call on me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him, and honor him.

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

Longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul, but fools detest turning from evil.

By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn’t find him.

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.”

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.

She weeps bitterly in the night. Her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have become her enemies.

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

Yahweh is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.

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.

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?”

Immediately one of them ran, and took a sponge, and filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him a drink.

Jesus cried again with a loud voice, and yielded up his spirit.

Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.

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?”

Jesus cried out with a loud voice, and gave up the spirit.

“I tell you, keep asking, and it will be given you. Keep seeking, and you will find. Keep knocking, and it will be opened to you.

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

The soldiers also mocked him, coming to him and offering him vinegar,

Now before the feast of the Passover, Jesus, knowing that his time had come that he would depart from this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.

Then they said to one another, “Let’s not tear it, but cast lots for it to decide whose it will be,” that the Scripture might be fulfilled, which says, “They parted my garments among them. For my cloak they cast lots.” Therefore the soldiers did these things.

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.

You will father sons and daughters, but they will not be yours, for they will go into captivity.

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.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

Wait for Yahweh. Be strong, and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait for Yahweh.

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

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

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

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

I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

Discretion will watch over you. Understanding will keep you,

A righteous man walks in integrity. Blessed are his children after him.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

The shepherds will have no way to flee. The leader of the flock will have no escape.

“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.

One ran, and filling a sponge full of vinegar, put it on a reed, and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Let him be. Let’s see whether Elijah comes to take him down.”

He took the twelve aside, and said to them, “Behold, we are going up to Jerusalem, and all the things that are written through the prophets concerning the Son of Man will be completed.

Therefore, receiving a Kingdom that can’t be shaken, let’s have grace, through which we serve God acceptably, with reverence and awe,

For, behold, our fathers have fallen by the sword, and our sons and our daughters and our wives are in captivity for this.

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

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.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

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

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

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.

and have sold the children of Judah and the children of Jerusalem to the sons of the Greeks, that you may remove them far from their border.

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

Therefore you now have sorrow, but I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you.

But the eyes of the wicked will fail. They will have no way to flee. Their hope will be the giving up of the spirit.”

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

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

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

Let integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait for you.

Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.

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

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.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.

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.

‘You said, “Woe is me now! For Yahweh has added sorrow to my pain! I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.” ’

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.

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

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

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,

In the same way, the Spirit also helps our weaknesses, for we don’t know how to pray as we ought. But the Spirit himself makes intercession for us with groanings which can’t be uttered.