Salvation is far from sinners because they do not cherish your statutes.
May his children be far from safety; may they be crushed at the gate without a rescuer.
In their insolence the wicked boast: “God does not care; there is no God.”
Toward the pure, you are pure; but to the perverse you are devious.
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and discipline.
Listen to me, you fainthearted, far from the victory of justice:
creating words of comfort. Peace! Peace to those who are far and near, says the Lord; and I will heal them.
Like bears we all growl, like doves we moan without ceasing. We cry out for justice, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.
And he cried out, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering torment in these flames.’
there is no one who understands, there is no one who seeks God.