Why is my pain unending, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You have indeed become like a mirage to me—water that is not there.
Why do you cry out over your wound? Your pain has no cure! Because of your great iniquity and your numerous sins I have
Would I lie about my case? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
For her wound is incurable; it has reached even Judah; it has approached the gate of my people, as far as Jerusalem itse
Have You rejected Judah completely? Do You despise Zion? Why have You stricken us so that we are beyond healing? We hope
My soul is deeply distressed. How long, O LORD, how long?
You have deceived me, O LORD, and I was deceived. You have overcome me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all day long;
Now behold, this day I have made you like a fortified city, an iron pillar, and bronze walls against the whole land—agai
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face fr
For this is what the LORD says: “Your injury is incurable; your wound is grievous.
But my brothers are as faithless as wadis, as seasonal streams that overflow,
The nobles send their servants for water; they go to the cisterns, but find no water; their jars return empty. They are
I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath.