The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
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.
Therefore I will praise you, LORD, among the nations; I will sing the praises of your name.
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair. … We were harassed at every turn—conflicts on the outside, fears within.
Now, Lord my God, I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. … “Alas, Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.”
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why do all the faithless live at ease? … How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save? … The law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted. … They make ready their tongue like a bow,
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint. My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long? … Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help. … You hurled me into the depths; all your waves and breakers swept over me. … The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me. … From the ends of the earth
(King David) appointed some of the Levites to minister before the ark of the Lord, to extol, thank, and praise the LORD, the God of Israel.
Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? … I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me. You lay me in the dust of death. Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me; they pierce my hands and my feet. All my bones are on