Now we who are strong have an obligation to bear the weaknesses of those without strength, and not to please ourselves.

I will boast about this person, but not about myself, except of my weaknesses.

especially because of the extraordinary revelations. Therefore, so that I would not exalt myself, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to torment me so I would not exalt myself.

But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness." Therefore, I will most gladly boast all the more about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may reside in me.

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tested in every way as we are, yet without sin.

He is able to deal gently with those who are ignorant and are going astray, since he himself is also subject to weakness.

But Jesus answered, "You don't know what you're asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I am about to drink?" "We are able," they said to Him.

He was praying in a certain place, and when He finished, one of His disciples said to Him, "Lord, teach us to pray, just as John also taught his disciples."

Give us each day our daily bread.

He also said to them: "Suppose one of you has a friend and goes to him at midnight and says to him, 'Friend, lend me three loaves of bread,

Then he will answer from inside and say, 'Don't bother me! The door is already locked, and my children and I have gone to bed. I can't get up to give you anything.'

"So I say to you, keep asking, and it will be given to you. Keep searching, and you will find. Keep knocking, and the door will be opened to you.

What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead of a fish?

If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?"

You ask and don't receive because you ask wrongly, so that you may spend it on your desires for pleasure.

For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, "Abba, Father!"

LORD, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will strengthen their hearts. You will listen carefully,

"Then I will pour out a spiritof grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at Me whom they pierced. They will mourn for Him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for Him as one weeps for a firstborn.

because you are not speaking, but the Spirit of your Father is speaking through you.

And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, "Abba, Father!"

For through Him we both have access by one Spirit to the Father.

With every prayer and request, pray at all times in the Spirit, and stay alert in this, with all perseverance and intercession for all the saints.

But you, dear friends, building yourselves up in your most holy faith and praying in the Holy Spirit,

keep yourselves in the love of God, expecting the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ for eternal life.

What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?

my whole being is shaken with terror. And You, Lord-- how long?

The LORD has heard my plea for help; the LORD accepts my prayer.

[ For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah.] As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me, "Where is your God?"

Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God.

[For the choir director: with stringed instruments. A Davidic Maskil.] God, listen to my prayer and do not ignore my plea for help.

Pay attention to me and answer me. I am restless and in turmoil with my complaint,

I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

[For the choir director: according to Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.] I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, and He will hear me.

I think of God; I groan; I meditate; my spirit becomes weak. Selah

[A song. A psalm of the sons of Korah. For the choir director: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.] LORD, God of my salvation, I cry out before You day and night.

For I have had enough troubles, and my life is near Sheol.

Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.

to hear a prisoner's groaning, to set free those condemned to die,

I long for Your salvation; I put my hope in Your word.

My eyes grow weary [looking] for what You have promised; I ask, "When will You comfort me?"

My spirit is weak within me; my heart is overcome with dismay.

I spread out my hands to You; I am like parched land before You. Selah

Being in anguish, He prayed more fervently, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground.]]

And, in fact, we groan in this one, longing to put on our house from heaven,

Indeed, we who are in this tent groan, burdened as we are, because we do not want to be unclothed but clothed, so that mortality may be swallowed up by life.

Concerning this, I pleaded with the Lord three times to take it away from me.