Bible Verses About Prayer

Answer me, O Jehovah, for good is Thy kindness, According to the abundance Of Thy mercies turn Thou unto me,

Darkened are their eyes from seeing, And their loins continually shake Thou.

Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.

Give punishment for their iniquity, And they enter not into Thy righteousness.

They are blotted out of the book of life, And with the righteous are not written.

For Jehovah hearkeneth unto the needy, And His bound ones He hath not despised.

Let them be ashamed and confounded Who are seeking my soul, Let them be turned backward and blush Who are desiring my evil.

Let them turn back because of their shame, Who are saying, `Aha, aha.'

And I am poor and needy, O God, haste to me, My help and my deliverer art Thou, O Jehovah, tarry Thou not!

They are ashamed, they are consumed, Who are opposing my soul, They are covered with reproach and blushing, Who are seeking my evil,

And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.

And I--nearness of God to me is good, I have placed in the Lord Jehovah my refuge, To recount all Thy works!

Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?

Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it .

Remember this--an enemy reproached Jehovah, And a foolish people have despised Thy name.

Look attentively to the covenant, For the dark places of earth, Have been full of habitations of violence.

Let not the oppressed turn back ashamed, Let the poor and needy praise Thy name,

Arise, O God, plead Thy plea, Remember Thy reproach from a fool all the day.

Forget not the voice of Thine adversaries, The noise of Thy withstanders is going up continually!

To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. --A Psalm of Asaph. My voice is to God, and I cry, my voice is to God, And He hath given ear unto me.

In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

Why do the nations say, `Where is their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.

And turn Thou back to our neighbours, Sevenfold unto their bosom, their reproach, Wherewith they reproached Thee, O Lord.

Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.