For Jehovah is knowing the way of the righteous, And the way of the wicked is lost!

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

Foreigners lose heart,
And come trembling out of their strongholds.

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

for evil men will lose their power, but the Lord sustains the godly.

Their insults are painful and make me lose heart; I look for sympathy, but receive none, for comforters, but find none.

Now as for me, my feet nearly stumbled, as I almost lost my step.

They are ashamed and troubled for ever, Yea, they are confounded and lost.

They lost their appetite for all food, and they drew near the gates of death.

My knees are failing through fasting, and my flesh hath lost its fatness;

I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.

{A song of the stairs} Except the LORD build the house, their labour is but lost that build it. Except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

It is but lost labour that ye rise up early, and take no rest, but eat the bread of carefulness; for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

May our cattle grow heavy with young, with no damage or loss. May there be no cry of anguish in our streets!