You were good to me, LORD; you protected me like a mountain fortress. But then you hid yourself from me, and I was afraid.

The LORD has hidden himself from his people, but I trust him and place my hope in him.

A day is coming when people will sing, "I praise you, LORD! You were angry with me, but now you comfort me and are angry no longer.

"Why did my people fail to respond when I went to them to save them? Why did they not answer when I called? Am I too weak to save them? I can dry up the sea with a command and turn rivers into a desert, so that the fish in them die for lack of water.

Israel, you are like a young wife, deserted by her husband and deeply distressed. But the LORD calls you back to him and says:

I turned away angry for only a moment, but I will show you my love forever." So says the LORD who saves you.

They take their sheep and cattle to offer as sacrifices to the LORD, but it does them no good. They cannot find him, for he has left them.

"I will abandon my people until they have suffered enough for their sins and come looking for me. Perhaps in their suffering they will try to find me."

A Canaanite woman who lived in that region came to him. "Son of David!" she cried out. "Have mercy on me, sir! My daughter has a demon and is in a terrible condition."

Then Jesus replied, "I have been sent only to the lost sheep of the people of Israel."

Jesus answered, "It isn't right to take the children's food and throw it to the dogs."

So Jesus answered her, "You are a woman of great faith! What you want will be done for you." And at that very moment her daughter was healed.

I rebuke and punish all whom I love. Be in earnest, then, and turn from your sins.

While I slept, my heart was awake. I dreamed my lover knocked at the door. Let me come in, my darling, my sweetheart, my dove. My head is wet with dew, and my hair is damp from the mist.

My lover put his hand to the door, and I was thrilled that he was near.

"My money has been returned to me," he called to his brothers. "Here it is in my sack!" Their hearts sank, and in fear they asked one another, "What has God done to us?"

"This is none of your business," the king said to Abishai and his brother Joab. "If he curses me because the LORD told him to, who has the right to ask why he does it?"

I am worn out from calling for help, and my throat is aching. I have strained my eyes, looking for your help.

When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

I gave my people life, and I will not continue to accuse them or be angry with them forever.

and Peter remembered what Jesus had told him: "Before the rooster crows, you will say three times that you do not know me." He went out and wept bitterly.

Just then a rooster crowed a second time, and Peter remembered how Jesus had said to him, "Before the rooster crows two times, you will say three times that you do not know me." And he broke down and cried.

The Lord turned around and looked straight at Peter, and Peter remembered that the Lord had said to him, "Before the rooster crows tonight, you will say three times that you do not know me."

Peter went out and wept bitterly.

Asleep on my bed, night after night I dreamed of the one I love; I was looking for him, but couldn't find him.

I went wandering through the city, through its streets and alleys. I looked for the one I love. I looked, but couldn't find him.

and so he asked the LORD what to do. But the LORD did not answer him at all, either by dreams or by the use of Urim and Thummim or by prophets.

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I have cried desperately for help, but still it does not come.

During the day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer; I call at night, but get no rest.

O LORD, my defender, I call to you. Listen to my cry! If you do not answer me, I will be among those who go down to the world of the dead.

How much longer, LORD God Almighty, will you be angry with your people's prayers?

my eyes are weak from suffering. LORD, every day I call to you and lift my hands to you in prayer.

Is your constant love spoken of in the grave or your faithfulness in the place of destruction?

LORD, I call to you for help; every morning I pray to you.

They worship me every day, claiming that they are eager to know my ways and obey my laws. They say they want me to give them just laws and that they take pleasure in worshiping me."

I cry aloud for help, but God refuses to listen;

Because they did not listen when I spoke, I did not answer when they prayed.