Bible Verses About Patriotism

Pray for shalom in Yerushalayim; may those who love you prosper.

May shalom be within your ramparts, prosperity in your palaces.

May ADONAI bless you from Tziyon! May you see Yerushalayim prosper all the days of your life,

and may you live to see your children's children! Shalom on Isra'el.

By the rivers of Bavel we sat down and wept as we remembered Tziyon.

We had hung up our lyres on the willows that were there,

when those who had taken us captive asked us to sing them a song; our tormentors demanded joy from us -"Sing us one of the songs from Tziyon!"

How can we sing a song about ADONAI here on foreign soil?

If I forget you, Yerushalayim, may my right hand wither away!

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I fail to remember you, if I fail to count Yerushalayim the greatest of all my joys.

For Tziyon's sake I will not be silent, for Yerushalayim's sake I will not rest, until her vindication shines out brightly and her salvation like a blazing torch.

they dress the wound of the daughter of my people, but only superficially, saying, "There is perfect shalom," when there is no shalom.

The daughter of my people is broken, and it's tearing me to pieces; everything looks dark to me, horror seizes me.

Has Gil'ad exhausted its healing resin? Is no physician there? If there is, then why is the daughter of my people so slow to recover her health?

wish my head were made of water and my eyes were a fountain of tears, so that I could cry day and night over the slain of the daughter of my people!

I wish I were out in the desert, in some travelers' lodge then I could get away from my people and distance myself from them! "Indeed they are all adulterers, a band of traitors is what they are.

Remember, ADONAI, what has happened to us; look, and see our disgrace.

The land we possessed has been passed on to strangers, our homes to foreigners.

We have become fatherless orphans, our mothers now are widows.

We have to pay to drink our own water; we have to buy our own wood.

The yoke is on our necks; we are persecuted; we toil to exhaustion but are given no rest.

We made pacts with Egypt and Ashur to get enough food.

Our ancestors sinned and no longer exist; we bear the weight of their guilt.

We are ruled by slaves, and there is no one to save us from their power.

We get our food at the peril of our lives because of the sword in the desert.