Psalms 88:9

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

“Hey! Come, everyone who thirsts, to the waters! Come, he who has no money, buy, and eat! Yes, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

When he came near, he saw the city and wept over it,

Peter and John were going up into the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour.

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

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

Let my prayer be set before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

with all prayer and requests, praying at all times in the Spirit, and being watchful to this end in all perseverance and requests for all the saints:

Pray without ceasing.

Moses said to him, “As soon as I have gone out of the city, I will spread out my hands to Yahweh. The thunders shall cease, and there will not be any more hail; that you may know that the earth is Yahweh’s.

Samuel spoke to all the house of Israel, saying, “If you are returning to Yahweh with all your heart, then put away the foreign gods and the Ashtaroth from among you, and direct your hearts to Yahweh, and serve him only; and he will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.”

“If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.

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

Guide me in your truth, and teach me, For you are the God of my salvation, I wait for you all day long.

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

Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.

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.

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

and might not be as their fathers, a stubborn and rebellious generation, a generation that didn’t make their hearts loyal, whose spirit was not steadfast with God.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

Yahweh says: “The labor of Egypt, and the merchandise of Ethiopia, and the Sabeans, men of stature, will come over to you, and they will be yours. They will go after you. They shall come over in chains. They will bow down to you. They will make supplication to you: ‘Surely God is in you; and there is no one else. There is no other god.

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.

I will sow her to me in the earth; and I will have mercy on her who had not obtained mercy; and I will tell those who were not my people, ‘You are my people;’ and they will say, ‘My God!’ ”

He also spoke a parable to them that they must always pray, and not give up,

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

He arose and went; and behold, there was a man of Ethiopia, a eunuch of great authority under Candace, queen of the Ethiopians, who was over all her treasure, who had come to Jerusalem to worship.

At about the ninth hour of the day, he clearly saw in a vision an angel of God coming to him, and saying to him, “Cornelius!”

Now on the next day as they were on their journey, and got close to the city, Peter went up on the housetop to pray at about noon.

Cornelius said, “Four days ago, I was fasting until this hour, and at the ninth hour, I prayed in my house, and behold, a man stood before me in bright clothing,

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,

Hannah answered, “No, my lord, I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit. I have not been drinking wine or strong drink, but I poured out my soul before Yahweh.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

If you want to seek God diligently, make your supplication to the Almighty.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.”

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.

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.

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?

Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I call to you all day long.

I will record Rahab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Philistia, Tyre, and also Ethiopia: “This one was born there.”

to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God, now?”

I spread out my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land.

He feeds on ashes. A deceived heart has turned him aside; and he can’t deliver his soul, nor say, “Isn’t there a lie in my right hand?”

When Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house (now his windows were open in his room toward Jerusalem) and he kneeled on his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks before his God, as he did before.

From beyond the rivers of Cush, my worshipers, even the daughter of my dispersed people, will bring my offering.

Now on the last and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink!

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

He stood before Yahweh’s altar in the presence of all the assembly of Israel, and spread out his hands

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

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

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.

But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.

At midnight I will rise to give thanks to you, because of your righteous ordinances.

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

Then they answered and said before the king, “That Daniel, who is of the children of the captivity of Judah, doesn’t respect you, O king, nor the decree that you have signed, but makes his petition three times a day.”

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

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

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.

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

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

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

If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,

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

Princes shall come out of Egypt. Ethiopia shall hurry to stretch out her hands to God.

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

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

Moreover Yahweh’s word came to me, saying,

Jesus wept.