Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend
Look down from heaven and see, from Your holy and glorious habitation. Where are Your zeal and might? Your yearning and
Therefore My heart laments like a flute for Moab; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir-heres, because the wealth t
How could I give you up, O Ephraim? How could I surrender you, O Israel? How could I make you like Admah? How could I tr
Therefore if you have any encouragement in Christ, if any comfort from His love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if a
Is not Ephraim a precious son to Me, a delightful child? Though I often speak against him, I still remember him. Therefo
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I