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Psalm 28:1

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O Lord, I call to you. O my rock, do not turn a deaf ear to me. If you remain silent, I will be like those who go into the pit.

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Answer me quickly, O Lord. My spirit is worn out. Do not hide your face from me, or I will be like those who go into the pit.

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the strength of my salvation, my stronghold.

We’ll swallow them alive like the grave, like those in good health who go into the pit.

O God, do not remain silent. Do not turn a deaf ear to me. Do not keep quiet, O God.

He threw it into the bottomless pit. The angel shut and sealed the pit over the serpent to keep it from deceiving the nations anymore until the 1,000 years were over. After that it must be set free for a little while.

Trust the Lord always, because the Lord, the Lord alone, is an everlasting rock.

The messenger has freed my soul from going into the pit, and my life will see the light.’

Sheol doesn’t thank you! Death doesn’t praise you! Those who go down to the pit cannot expect you to be faithful.

You have seen it, O Lord. Do not remain silent. O Lord, do not be so far away from me.

“How will you profit if my blood is shed, if I go into the pit? Will the dust ⌞of my body⌟ give thanks to you? Will it tell about your truth?”

My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer— also at night, but I find no rest.

I call aloud to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain. Selah

Loudly, I cried to God. Loudly, I cried to God so that he would open his ears to ⌞hear⌟ me.

Do not let floodwaters sweep me away. Do not let the ocean swallow me up, or the pit close its mouth over me.

Pay attention to my cry for help, my king and my God, because I pray only to you.

Loudly, I cry to the Lord. Loudly, I plead with the Lord for mercy.

Listen to my prayer, O Lord. Open your ear to my cry for help. Do not be deaf to my tears, for I am a foreign resident with you, a stranger like all my ancestors.

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?”

Make music to praise the Lord, you faithful people who belong to him. Remember his holiness by giving thanks.

I pour out my complaints in his presence and tell him my troubles.




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