Psalms 77:4

They came to the threshing floor of Atad, which is beyond the Jordan, and there they lamented with a very great and severe lamentation. He mourned for his father seven days.

In the morning you will say, “I wish it were evening!” and at evening you will say, “I wish it were morning!” for the fear of your heart which you will fear, and for the sights which your eyes will see.

In the second year of the reign of Nebuchadnezzar, Nebuchadnezzar dreamed dreams; and his spirit was troubled, and his sleep went from him.

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

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

When I heard these words, I sat down and wept, and mourned several days; and I fasted and prayed before the God of heaven,

When this matter was investigated, and it was found to be so, they were both hanged on a gallows; and it was written in the book of the chronicles in the king’s presence.

All the acts of his power and of his might, and the full account of the greatness of Mordecai, to which the king advanced him, aren’t they written in the book of the chronicles of the kings of Media and Persia?

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

A stone is heavy, and sand is a burden; but a fool’s provocation is heavier than both.

Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting. No musical instruments were brought before him; and his sleep fled from him.

Abraham called the name of that place “Yahweh Will Provide”. As it is said to this day, “On Yahweh’s mountain, it will be provided.”

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

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

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

Her gates shall lament and mourn. She shall be desolate and sit on the ground.

The poor and needy seek water, and there is none. Their tongue fails for thirst. I, Yahweh, will answer them. I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.

“Come down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no longer be called tender and delicate.

I didn’t sit in the assembly of those who make merry and rejoice. I sat alone because of your hand, for you have filled me with indignation.

Then I came to them of the captivity at Tel Aviv, that lived by the river Chebar, and to where they lived; and I sat there overwhelmed among them seven days.

I ate no pleasant bread. No meat or wine came into my mouth. I didn’t anoint myself at all, until three whole weeks were fulfilled.

Then those who feared Yahweh spoke one with another; and Yahweh listened, and heard, and a book of memory was written before him, for those who feared Yahweh, and who honored his name.

“He arose, and came to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him, and was moved with compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.

Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!

When Laban heard the news of Jacob, his sister’s son, he ran to meet Jacob, and embraced him, and kissed him, and brought him to his house. Jacob told Laban all these things.

After these things, the butler of the king of Egypt and his baker offended their lord, the king of Egypt.

They both dreamed a dream, each man his dream, in one night, each man according to the interpretation of his dream, the cup bearer and the baker of the king of Egypt, who were bound in the prison.

At the end of two full years, Pharaoh dreamed, and behold, he stood by the river.

He kissed all his brothers, and wept on them. After that his brothers talked with him.

Now the eyes of Israel were dim for age, so that he couldn’t see well. Joseph brought them near to him; and he kissed them, and embraced them.

Yahweh said to Aaron, “Go into the wilderness to meet Moses.” He went, and met him on God’s mountain, and kissed him.

Moses went out to meet his father-in-law, and bowed and kissed him. They asked each other of their welfare, and they came into the tent.

Moses called to them, and Aaron and all the rulers of the congregation returned to him; and Moses spoke to them.

May Yahweh grant you that you may find rest, each of you in the house of her husband.” Then she kissed them, and they lifted up their voices, and wept.

They gathered together to Mizpah, and drew water, and poured it out before Yahweh, and fasted on that day, and said there, “We have sinned against Yahweh.” Samuel judged the children of Israel in Mizpah.

As soon as the boy was gone, David arose out of the south, and fell on his face to the ground, and bowed himself three times. They kissed one another, and wept one with another, and David wept the most.

So Joab came to the king, and told him; and when he had called for Absalom, he came to the king, and bowed himself on his face to the ground before the king; and the king kissed Absalom.

Mephibosheth the son of Saul came down to meet the king; and he had neither groomed his feet, nor trimmed his beard, nor washed his clothes, from the day the king departed until the day he came home in peace.

All the people went over the Jordan, and the king went over. Then the king kissed Barzillai, and blessed him; and he returned to his own place.

When Ahab heard those words, he tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his flesh, and fasted, and lay in sackcloth, and went softly.

“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.

On that night, the king couldn’t sleep. He commanded the book of records of the chronicles to be brought, and they were read to the king.

So they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his grief was very great.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas, therefore have my words been rash.

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint;’

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

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.

They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones,

Will it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. Yahweh will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them.

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

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

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

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

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

My soul longs for the Lord more than watchmen long for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.

On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

As one who takes away a garment in cold weather, or vinegar on soda, so is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.

I also gathered silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and of the provinces. I got myself male and female singers, and the delights of the sons of men: musical instruments, and that of all sorts.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

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

“You afflicted, tossed with storms, and not comforted, behold, I will set your stones in beautiful colors, and lay your foundations with sapphires.

“You shall say this word to them: “ ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.

‘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.” ’

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.

“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.”

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.

Let him sit alone and keep silence, because he has laid it on him.

Then the king was exceedingly glad, and commanded that they should take Daniel up out of the den. So Daniel was taken up out of the den, and no kind of harm was found on him, because he had trusted in his God.

Standing behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

What a wretched man I am! Who will deliver me out of the body of this death?

The voice of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will be heard no more at all in you. No craftsman, of whatever craft, will be found any more at all in you. The sound of a mill will be heard no more at all in you.