then may whatever prayer or petition Your people Israel make—each knowing his own afflictions and spreading out his hands toward this temple—
Then Solomon stood before the altar of the LORD in front of the whole assembly of Israel, spread out his hands toward he
When my heart was grieved and I was pierced within,
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
This is what the Lord GOD showed me: He was preparing swarms of locusts just after the king’s harvest, as the late sprin
Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor Me.”
The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares in its joy.
Perhaps the LORD your God will hear the words of the Rabshakeh, whom his master the king of Assyria has sent to defy the
Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.
I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from
And Hezekiah prayed to the LORD:
Then Jehoshaphat stood in the assembly of Judah and Jerusalem in the house of the LORD in front of the new courtyard
When you spread out your hands in prayer, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you multiply your prayers, I will no
Let the priests who minister before the LORD weep between the portico and the altar, saying, “Spare Your people, O LORD,
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior an
When he calls out to Me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him and honor him.
then may whatever prayer or plea Your people Israel make—each knowing his own afflictions and spreading out his hands to
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of m
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?