Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were. Stop looking at me with chastisement, so I can smile again, before I depart and am no more. To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.



I call upon you, for you will answer me, God. Listen closely to me and hear my prayer.

Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

I cry out to God! I cry out to God and he hears me.

LORD God of the Heavenly Armies, hear my prayer! Listen, God of Jacob! Interlude




I also established my covenant with them to give them the land of Canaan, the land where they lived as resident aliens for a time.


Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

"I'm 130 years old," Jacob replied. "My years have turned out to be few and unpleasant, but I haven't yet reached the age my ancestors did during their travels on earth."

For we are aliens and vagrants in your presence, as were all of our ancestors. Our days on the earth pass away like shadows, and we have no hope.

Since I am a stranger on the earth, do not hide your commands from me.



Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

For we are aliens and vagrants in your presence, as were all of our ancestors. Our days on the earth pass away like shadows, and we have no hope.

Since I am a stranger on the earth, do not hide your commands from me.



Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.


Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.


You fed them tears as their food, and caused them to drink a full measure of tears.


I am weary from my groaning. Every night my couch is drenched with tears, my bed is soaked through.

But my harp is in mourning; my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping."

I have eaten ashes as food and mixed my drink with tears

My face is red from my tears, and dark shadows encircle my eyelids,

Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

My tears have been my food day and night, while people keep asking me all day long, "Where is your God?"


Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.