My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. … You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. … My soul
If you knew the gift of God, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water. … My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.
Those who go out weeping, will return with songs of joy. … For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. … No one should be unsettled by these trials. For you know quite well that we are destined for them. In fact, when we were with you, we kept telling you that we would be persecuted. And it turned out
The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
He is the LORD; let him do what is good in his eyes. … Though I were innocent, I could not answer him; I could only plead with my Judge for mercy. … Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised. … Shall we accept good from God, and
“I have brought you glory on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do.”
The Lord is righteous; he does no wrong. Every new day he does not fail.
You have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome.
Do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. … Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey? … It is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my
So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body. … What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless.