Bible Verses About Patriotism

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. Those who love you will prosper.

Peace be within your walls, and prosperity within your palaces.

May the LORD bless you out of Zion, and may you see the good of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

Yes, may you see your children’s children. Peace be upon Israel.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you; if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

For Zion’s sake will I not hold my peace, and for Jerusalem’s sake I will not rest, until her righteousness go out as brightness, and her salvation as a lamp that burns.

They have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.

Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they are all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

Remember, LORD, what has come on us: Look, and see our reproach.

Our inheritance is turned to strangers, Our houses to aliens.

We are orphans and fatherless; Our mothers are as widows.

We have drunken our water for money; Our wood is sold to us.

Our pursuers are on our necks: We are weary, and have no rest.

We have given the hand to the Egyptians, To the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.

Our fathers sinned, and are no more; We have borne their iniquities.

Servants rule over us: There is no one to deliver us out of their hand.

We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.