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Psalm 13:2

New Living Translation

How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul, with sorrow in my heart every day? How long will my enemy have the upper hand?

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So the king asked me, “Why are you looking so sad? You don’t look sick to me. You must be deeply troubled.” Then I was terrified,

Esther replied, “This wicked Haman is our adversary and our enemy.” Haman grew pale with fright before the king and queen.

If I am guilty, too bad for me; and even if I’m innocent, I can’t hold my head high, because I am filled with shame and misery.

You will bring justice to the orphans and the oppressed, so mere people can no longer terrify them.

Death wrapped its ropes around me; the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow.

Protect me from wicked people who attack me, from murderous enemies who surround me.

Silence their lying lips— those proud and arrogant lips that accuse the godly.

I am on the verge of collapse, facing constant pain.

My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be: I walked among the crowds of worshipers, leading a great procession to the house of God, singing for joy and giving thanks amid the sound of a great celebration!

Return, O Lord, and rescue me. Save me because of your unfailing love.

If you don’t, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

How long, O God, will you allow our enemies to insult you? Will you let them dishonor your name forever?

See how these enemies insult you, Lord. A foolish nation has dishonored your name.

You have taught children and infants to tell of your strength, silencing your enemies and all who oppose you.

The enemy is finished, in endless ruins; the cities you uprooted are now forgotten.

A glad heart makes a happy face; a broken heart crushes the spirit.

Throughout their lives, they live under a cloud—frustrated, discouraged, and angry.

Why then does my suffering continue? Why is my wound so incurable? Your help seems as uncertain as a seasonal brook, like a spring that has gone dry.”

You have said, ‘I am overwhelmed with trouble! Haven’t I had enough pain already? And now the Lord has added more! I am worn out from sighing and can find no rest.’

My grief is beyond healing; my heart is broken.

Her oppressors have become her masters, and her enemies prosper, for the Lord has punished Jerusalem for her many sins. Her children have been captured and taken away to distant lands.

She defiled herself with immorality and gave no thought to her future. Now she lies in the gutter with no one to lift her out. “Lord, see my misery,” she cries. “The enemy has triumphed.”

Why do you continue to forget us? Why have you abandoned us for so long?

He told them, “My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”

Why didn’t you arrest me in the Temple? I was there every day. But this is your moment, the time when the power of darkness reigns.”

Instead, you grieve because of what I’ve told you.

My heart is filled with bitter sorrow and unending grief

And he certainly was ill; in fact, he almost died. But God had mercy on him—and also on me, so that I would not have one sorrow after another.

Saul became even more afraid of him, and he remained David’s enemy for the rest of his life.

Who else would let his enemy get away when he had him in his power? May the Lord reward you well for the kindness you have shown me today.




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