I will take delight in doing good to them. I will faithfully and wholeheartedly plant them firmly in the land.’

So now, Lord, kill me instead, because I would rather die than live!”

Look, this town over here is close enough to escape to, and it’s just a little one. Let me go there. It’s just a little place, isn’t it? Then I’ll survive.”

Then prepare for me some tasty food, the kind I love, and bring it to me. Then I will eat it so that I may bless you before I die.”

Isaac said, “Bring some of the wild game for me to eat, my son. Then I will bless you.” So Jacob brought it to him, and he ate it. He also brought him wine, and Isaac drank.

So Jacob named the place Peniel, explaining, “Certainly I have seen God face to face and have survived.”

O my soul, do not come into their council, do not be united to their assembly, my heart, for in their anger they have killed men, and for pleasure they have hamstrung oxen.

I will destroy your high places and cut down your incense altars, and I will stack your dead bodies on top of the lifeless bodies of your idols. I will abhor you.

Who can count the dust of Jacob, Or number the fourth part of Israel? Let me die the death of the upright, and let the end of my life be like theirs.”

But Hannah replied, “That’s not the way it is, my lord! I am under a great deal of stress. I have drunk neither wine nor beer. Rather, I have poured out my soul to the Lord.

Stay with me. Don’t be afraid! Whoever seeks my life is seeking your life as well. You are secure with me.”

In the same way that I valued your life this day, may the Lord value my life and deliver me from all danger.”

He said to me, ‘Stand over me and finish me off! I’m very dizzy, even though I’m still alive.’

Indeed, fire came down from the sky and consumed the two captains who came before me, along with their men. So now, please have respect for my life.”

I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could pile up words against you and I could shake my head at you.

For I hear what so many are saying, the terrifying news that comes from every direction. When they plot together against me, they figure out how they can take my life.

For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!

I will remember and weep! For I was once walking along with the great throng to the temple of God, shouting and giving thanks along with the crowd as we celebrated the holy festival.

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

I am depressed, so I will pray to you while I am trapped here in the region of the upper Jordan, from Hermon, from Mount Mizar.