He will look at men and say, "I have sinned and perverted what was right; yet I did not get what I deserved.
He redeemed my soul from going down to the Pit, and I will continue to see the light."
The LORD looks down from heaven on the human race to see if there is one who is wise, one who seeks God.
Therefore the LORD is waiting to show you mercy, and is rising up to show you compassion, for the LORD is a just God. Happy are all who wait patiently for Him.
At that time those who feared the LORD spoke to one another. The LORD took notice and listened. So a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who feared Yahweh and had high regard for His name.
The Lord does not delay His promise, as some understand delay, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance.
Roam through the streets of Jerusalem. Look and take note; search in her squares. If you find a single person, anyone who acts justly, who seeks to be faithful, then I will forgive her.
He saw that there was no man-- He was amazed that there was no one interceding; so His own arm brought salvation, and His own righteousness supported Him.
I searched for a man among them who would repair the wall and stand in the gap before Me on behalf of the land so that I might not destroy it, but I found no one.
Godly people have vanished from the land; there is no one upright among the people. All of them wait in ambush to shed blood; they hunt each other with a net.
I will say to God: Do not declare me guilty! Let me know why You prosecute me.
He will certainly live because he thought it over and turned from all the transgressions he had committed; he will not die.
Now, the LORD of Hosts says this: "Think carefully about your ways:
The LORD of Hosts says this: "Think carefully about your ways.
When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired hands have more than enough food, and here I am dying of hunger!
I'll get up, go to my father, and say to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight.
I'm no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired hands.'
a wild donkey at home in the wilderness. She sniffs the wind in the heat of her desire. Who can control her passion? All who look for her will not become tired; they will find her in her mating season.
Keep your feet from going bare and your throat from thirst. But you say: It's hopeless; I love strangers, and I will continue to follow them.
Do you give strength to the horse? Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust? His proud snorting [fills one with] terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing; he does not run from the sword.
A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance.
He charges ahead with trembling rage; he cannot stand still at the trumpet's sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly. He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officers' shouts and the battle cry.