They will perish, but you will remain; and they all will become worn out, like a garment. You will change them like clothing, and they will pass away.

They cried out for deliverance, but there was no one to deliver; they cried out to the LORD, but he did not answer them.

I am poured out like water; all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.

He plucked me out of a pit of confusion, even out of the quicksand; he placed my feet on a rock and established my steps.

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

My eyes languish on account of my affliction; all day long I call out to you, LORD, I spread out my hands to you.

Yet when they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, the LORD brought them out of their distress.

The LORD remains near to all who call out to him, to everyone who calls out to him sincerely.