Bible Verses About Prayer

Heare me, O Lord, for thy louing kindnes is good: turne vnto me according to ye multitude of thy tender mercies.

Let their eyes be blinded that they see not: and make their loynes alway to tremble.

Powre out thine anger vpon them, and let thy wrathfull displeasure take them.

Laie iniquitie vpon their iniquitie, and let them not come into thy righteousnesse.

Let them be put out of the booke of life, neither let them be written with the righteous.

For the Lord heareth the poore, and despiseth not his prisoners.

Let them be confounded and put to shame, that seeke my soule: let them bee turned backewarde and put to rebuke, that desire mine hurt.

Let them be turned backe for a rewarde of their shame, which said, Aha, aha.

Nowe I am poore and needie: O God, make haste to me: thou art mine helper, and my deliuerer: O Lord, make no tarying.

Let them be confounded and consumed that are against my soule: let them be couered with reproofe and confusion, that seeke mine hurt.

Yea, euen vnto mine olde age and graie head, O God: forsake me not, vntill I haue declared thine arme vnto this generation, and thy power to all them, that shall come.

As for me, it is good for me to draw neere to God: therefore I haue put my trust in the Lord God, that I may declare all thy workes.

O God, howe long shall the aduersarie reproche thee? shall the enemie blaspheme thy Name for euer?

Why withdrawest thou thine hand, euen thy right hand? drawe it out of thy bosome, and consume them.

Remember this, that the enemie hath reproched the Lord, and the foolish people hath blasphemed thy Name.

Consider thy couenant: for the darke places of the earth are full of the habitations of the cruell.

Oh let not the oppressed returne ashamed, but let the poore and needie prayse thy Name.

Arise, O God: mainteine thine owne cause: remember thy dayly reproche by the foolish man.

Forget not the voyce of thine enemies: for the tumult of them, that rise against thee, ascendeth continually.

For the excellent musician Ieduthun. A Psalme committed to Asaph. My voyce came to God, when I cryed: my voyce came to God, and he heard me.

In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.

Wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God? let him be knowen among the heathen in our sight by the vengeance of the blood of thy seruants that is shed.

Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee: according to thy mightie arme preserue the children of death,

And render to our neighbours seuen folde into their bosome their reproche, wherewith they haue reproched thee, O Lord.

O Lord God of hostes, how long wilt thou be angrie against the prayer of thy people?