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Psalm 13:2

New American Bible - revised edition

How long, Lord? Will you utterly forget me? How long will you hide your face from me?

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My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.

Why is my pain continuous, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? To me you are like a deceptive brook, waters that cannot be relied on!

Her foes have come out on top, her enemies are secure; Because the Lord has afflicted her for her many rebellions. Her children have gone away, captive before the foe.

Here is what I see as good: It is appropriate to eat and drink and prosper from all the toil one toils at under the sun during the limited days of life God gives us; for this is our lot.

A glad heart lights up the face, but an anguished heart breaks the spirit.

If I should be wicked, alas for me! even if righteous, I dare not hold up my head, sated with shame, drenched in affliction!

He was indeed ill, close to death; but God had mercy on him, not just on him but also on me, so that I might not have sorrow upon sorrow.

that I have great sorrow and constant anguish in my heart.

But because I told you this, grief has filled your hearts.

Then he said to them, “My soul is sorrowful even to death. Remain here and keep watch with me.”

Her uncleanness is on her skirt; she has no thought of her future. Her downfall is astonishing, with no one to comfort her. “Look, O Lord, at my misery; how the enemy triumphs!”

I was caught by the cords of death; the snares of Sheol had seized me; I felt agony and dread.

Remember how the enemy has jeered, Lord, how a foolish people has reviled your name.

How long, O God, will the enemy jeer? Will the enemy revile your name forever?

My tears have been my bread day and night, as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?”

Do not let me be put to shame, for I have called to you, Lord. Put the wicked to shame; reduce them to silence in Sheol.

from the wicked who despoil me. My ravenous enemies press upon me;

You win justice for the orphaned and oppressed; no one on earth will cause terror again.

You rebuked the nations, you destroyed the wicked; their name you blotted out for all time.

O Lord, our Lord, how awesome is your name through all the earth! I will sing of your majesty above the heavens

Lord my God, in you I trusted; save me; rescue me from all who pursue me,

the king asked me, “Why do you look sad? If you are not sick, you must be sad at heart.” Though I was seized with great fear,

You have declared this day how you treated me graciously: the Lord delivered me into your hand and you did not kill me.

So Saul feared David all the more and was his enemy ever after.

Day after day I was with you in the temple area, and you did not seize me; but this is your hour, the time for the power of darkness.” Peter’s Denial of Jesus.

You said, “Woe is me! the Lord has added grief to my pain. I have worn myself out with groaning; rest eludes me.”

For I have said that they would gloat over me, exult over me if I stumble.

My soul too is shuddering greatly— and you, Lord, how long…?

Why have you utterly forgotten us, forsaken us for so long?




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