From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
I remembered you, God, and I groaned; I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God my Savior!
But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you seek him with all your heart and with all your soul.
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock.
When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
“Afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted, I will rebuild you with stones of turquoise, your foundations with lapis lazuli.
Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just; listen to my cry. Hear my prayer— it does not rise from deceitful lips.