A Prayer of Lament

A Prayer of Lament

Psalm 126

 

A song of ascents

When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,

we were like those who dreamed.

Our mouths were filled with laughter,

our tongues with songs of joy.

Then it was said among the nations,

“The Lord has done great things for them.”

The Lord has done great things for us,

and we are filled with joy. 

Restore our fortunes, Lord,

like streams in the Negev.

Those who sow with tears

Will reap with songs of joy.

Those who go out weeping,

carrying seed to sow,

will return with songs of joy,

carrying sheaves with them.

 

Psalm 126 – Bifrost Arts

 

Our mouths they were filled, filled with laughter

Our tongues they were loosed, loosed with joy

Restore us, O Lord

Restore us, O Lord

 

Although we are weeping, Lord help us keep sowing

The seeds of Your kingdom, for the day You will reap them

Your sheaves we will carry: Lord, please do not tarry!
All those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy

 

The nations will say, “He has done great things!”
The nations will sing songs of joy!

Restore us, O Lord

Restore us, O Lord

 

Although we are weeping, Lord help us keep sowing

The seeds of Your kingdom, for the day You will reap them

Your sheaves we will carry: Lord, please do not tarry!
All those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy

 

Psalm 130

 

A song of ascents

Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;

Lord, hear my voice.

Let your ears be attentive

to my cry for mercy.

If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,

Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness

so that we can, with reverence, serve you. 

I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,

and  in his word I put my hope.

I wait for the Lord

more than watchmen wait for the morning,

more than watchmen wait for the morning.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord,

For with the Lord is unfailing love

And with him is full redemption.

He himself will redeem Israel

from all their sins

 

Psalm 130 – Indelible Grace

A song of ascents

Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;

Lord, hear my voice.

Let your ears be attentive

to my cry for mercy.

If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,

Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness

so that we can, with reverence, serve you. 

I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,

and  in his word I put my hope.

I wait for the Lord

more than watchmen wait for the morning,

more than watchmen wait for the morning.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord,

For with the Lord is unfailing love

And with him is full redemption.

He himself will redeem Israel

from all their sins

 

Psalm 42

 

For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah.

As the deer pants for streams of water,

so my soul pants for you, my God.

My souls thirsts for God, for the living God. 

When can I go and meet with God?

My tears have been my food

day and night,

while people say to me all day long,

“Where is your God”?

These things I remember

as  I pour out my soul:

how I used to go to the house of God

under the protection of the Mighty One

with shouts of joy and praise

among the festive throng. 

Why, my soul, are you downcast?

Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him,

my Savior and my God. 

My soul is downcast within me;

therefore I will remember you

from the land of the Jordan,

the heights of Hermon – from Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep

in the roar of your waterfalls;

all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

By day the Lord directs his love, 

at night his song is with me – a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my Rock,

“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?

My bones suffer mortal agony

As my foes taunt me,

saying to me all day long,

“Where is your God?”

Why, my soul, are you downcast?

Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him,

my Savior and my God. 

 

Lord, From Sorrows Deep I Call (Psalm 42) – Matt Papa & Matt Boswell

 

Lord, from sorrows deep I call when my hope is shaken

Torn and ruined by the fall; hear my desperation 

For so long I’ve pled and prayed! God, come to my rescue

Even so, the thorn remains; still my heart will praise You

 

Storms within my troubled soul, questions without answers

On my faith these billows roll; God be now my shelter!

Why are you cast down, my soul? Hope in Him who saves you!
When the fires have all grown cold, cause this heart to praise You

 

Should my life be torn from me, every worldly pleasure

When all I possess is grief, God be then my treasure!

Be my vision in the night! Be my hope and refuge!

‘Til my faith is turned to sight, Lord, my heart will praise You 

 

O my soul, put your hope in God

My help, my rock, I will praise Him

Sing oh sing through the raging storm

You’re still my God, my salvation

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