Pray The Psalms

¹ O God, why hast thou cast us off for ever?
why doth thine anger smoke against the sheep of thy pasture?

² Remember thy congregation,
which thou hast purchased of old;
the rod of thine inheritance,
which thou hast redeemed;
this mount Zion,
wherein thou hast dwelt.

³ Lift up thy feet unto the perpetual desolations;
even all that the enemy hath done
wickedly in the sanctuary.

⁴ Thine enemies roar
in the midst of thy congregations;
they set up their ensigns for signs.

⁵ A man was famous according as
he had lifted up axes upon the thick trees.

⁶ But now they break down the carved work
thereof at once with axes and hammers.

⁷ They have cast fire into thy sanctuary,
they have defiled by casting down
the dwelling place of thy name to the ground.

⁸ They said in their hearts,
Let us destroy them together:
they have burned up
all the synagogues of God in the land.

⁹ We see not our signs:
there is no more any prophet:
neither is there among us
any that knoweth how long.

¹⁰ O God, how long shall the adversary reproach?
shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?

¹¹ Why withdrawest thou thy hand,
even thy right hand?
pluck it out of thy bosom.

¹² For God is my King of old,
working salvation in the midst of the earth.

¹³ Thou didst divide the sea by thy strength:
thou brakest the heads of the dragons in the waters.

¹⁴ Thou brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces,
and gavest him to be meat
to the people inhabiting the wilderness.

¹⁵ Thou didst cleave the fountain
and the flood:
thou driedst up mighty rivers.

¹⁶ The day is thine, the night also is thine:
thou hast prepared the light and the sun.

¹⁷ Thou hast set all the borders of the earth:
thou hast made summer and winter.

¹⁸ Remember this,
that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD,
and that the foolish people have blasphemed thy name.

¹⁹ O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove
unto the multitude of the wicked:
forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.

²⁰ Have respect unto the covenant:
for the dark places of the earth
are full of the habitations of cruelty.

²¹ O let not the oppressed return ashamed:
let the poor and needy praise thy name.

²² Arise, O God, plead thine own cause:
remember how the foolish man reproacheth thee daily.

²³ Forget not the voice of thine enemies:
the tumult of those that rise up
against thee increaseth continually.

All Scripture has been taken from
The Holy Bible - KJV (King James Version)

Remember me O Lord in my Distress

Jesus is Lord!