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Psalm 9:13

New Living Translation

Lord, have mercy on me. See how my enemies torment me. Snatch me back from the jaws of death.

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But the Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground!

Afterward the Lord asked Cain, “Where is your brother? Where is Abel?” “I don’t know,” Cain responded. “Am I my brother’s guardian?”

Give him this message: ‘This is what the Lord says: Wasn’t it enough that you killed Naboth? Must you rob him, too? Because you have done this, dogs will lick your blood at the very place where they licked the blood of Naboth!’”

‘I solemnly swear that I will repay him here on this plot of land, says the Lord, for the murder of Naboth and his sons that I saw yesterday.’ So throw him out on Naboth’s property, just as the Lord said.”

That was how King Joash repaid Jehoiada for his loyalty—by killing his son. Zechariah’s last words as he died were, “May the Lord see what they are doing and avenge my death!”

“And now, our God, the great and mighty and awesome God, who keeps his covenant of unfailing love, do not let all the hardships we have suffered seem insignificant to you. Great trouble has come upon us and upon our kings and leaders and priests and prophets and ancestors—all of your people—from the days when the kings of Assyria first triumphed over us until now.

Arise, O Lord! Punish the wicked, O God! Do not ignore the helpless!

They couldn’t stand the thought of food, and they were knocking on death’s door.

Come and show me your mercy, as you do for all who love your name.

Look upon my suffering and rescue me, for I have not forgotten your instructions.

The Lord’s promises are pure, like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times over.

Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! Restore the sparkle to my eyes, or I will die.

Hear my cry, for I am very low. Rescue me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

See how many enemies I have and how viciously they hate me!

You brought me up from the grave, O Lord. You kept me from falling into the pit of death.

I have many aggressive enemies; they hate me without reason.

Have mercy on me, O God, because of your unfailing love. Because of your great compassion, blot out the stain of my sins.

For you have rescued me from death; you have kept my feet from slipping. So now I can walk in your presence, O God, in your life-giving light.

for your love for me is very great. You have rescued me from the depths of death.

I said, “In the prime of my life, must I now enter the place of the dead? Am I to be robbed of the rest of my years?”

Her people groan as they search for bread. They have sold their treasures for food to stay alive. “O Lord, look,” she mourns, “and see how I am despised.

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.”

Standing nearby were six stone water jars, used for Jewish ceremonial washing. Each could hold twenty to thirty gallons.




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