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Psalm 9:13

The Passion Translation

So now, O Lord, don’t forget me. Have mercy on me. Take note of how I’ve been humiliated at the hands of those who hate me. You are the one who can snatch me away from the gates of death.

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You love me so much, and you have placed your greatness upon me. You rescued me from the deepest place of darkness, and you have delivered me from a certain death.

You brought me back from the brink of death, from the depths below. Now here I am, alive and well, fully restored!

Everyone is groaning, longing for anything to eat; they have traded their treasures for food in order to keep themselves alive. “Look, Yahweh, and consider how pathetic I have become!

Her filth stains her skirts— she never pictured this outcome. Therefore, her fall is terrible with no one to comfort her. Jerusalem groans, “Yahweh, look how miserable I am; all the while my enemy gloats!”

I was dying in the prime of life. I thought, “Must I leave this world now? Must I go through the gates of death and miss out on the rest of my years?”

Please listen to my heart’s cry, for I am low and in desperate need of you! Rescue me from all those who persecute me, for I am no match for them.

Look upon all my misery and come be my hero to rescue me, for I will never forget what you’ve revealed to me.

Turn your heart to me, Lord, and show me your grace like you do to every one of your godly lovers.

For you have saved my soul from death and my feet from stumbling so that I can walk before the Lord bathed in his life-giving light.

God, give me mercy from your fountain of forgiveness! I know your abundant love is enough to wash away my guilt. Because your compassion is so great, take away this shameful guilt of sin. Forgive the full extent of my rebellious ways, and erase this deep stain on my conscience.

My enemies are many. They hate me and persecute me, though I’ve done nothing against them to deserve it.

Vicious, violent enemies hate me. There are so many, Lord. Can’t you see?

Take a good look at me, Yahweh, my God, and answer me! Breathe your life into my spirit. Bring light to my eyes in this pitch-black darkness or I will sleep the sleep of death.

Nearby stood six stone water pots meant to be used for the Jewish washing rituals. Each one could hold about twenty gallons or more.

Sick and feeble, unable to stand the sight of food, we drew near to the gates of death.

Then Yahweh said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He answered, “How do I know? Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Yahweh said, “Listen—the voice of your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! What have you done?

Now arise, Yahweh-God! Crush them once and for all! Don’t forget the helpless and oppressed.

For every word Yahweh speaks is sure and reliable. His truth is tested, found to be flawless, and ever faithful. It’s as pure as silver refined seven times in a crucible of clay.




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