Psalms 77:3

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

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.

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.

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

She said to them, “Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall on you?

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

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

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

I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, Yahweh, you know.

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.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me.

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.”

Yahweh, my strength, and my stronghold, and my refuge in the day of affliction, the nations will come to you from the ends of the earth, and will say, “Our fathers have inherited nothing but lies, vanity and things in which there is no profit.

Yahweh is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; and he knows those who take refuge in him.

“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.

In the course of those many days, the king of Egypt died, and the children of Israel sighed because of the bondage, and they cried, and their cry came up to God because of the bondage.

She was in bitterness of soul, and prayed to Yahweh, weeping bitterly.

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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

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.

Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.

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

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.

Trust in him at all times, you people. Pour out your heart before him. God is a refuge for us.

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

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

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

Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.

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

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

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.”

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.

What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

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

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.

Our holy and our beautiful house where our fathers praised you is burned with fire. All our pleasant places are laid waste.

He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.

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

I will bear the indignation of Yahweh, because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my case, and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light. I will see his righteousness.

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;

“Tomorrow about this time I will send you a man out of the land of Benjamin, and you shall anoint him to be prince over my people Israel. He will save my people out of the hand of the Philistines; for I have looked upon my people, because their cry has come to me.”

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,

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.

Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.

Yahweh lives! Blessed be my rock. Exalted be the God of my salvation,

But I trust in you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my God.”

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

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

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

Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are always praising you.

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

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.

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

He will fulfill the desire of those who fear him. He also will hear their cry, and will save them.

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.

He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary. Has killed all that were pleasant to the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Zion, he has poured out his wrath like fire.

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

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.

They will also clothe themselves with sackcloth, and horror will cover them. Shame will be on all faces, and baldness on all their heads.

Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

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

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,

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

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.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because of his majesty, I can do nothing.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Don’t be a terror to me. You are my refuge in the day of evil.

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.

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

Why does a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?

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