Then he observes men and says, I have sinned, and perverted what was right; and it has not been equaled to me.

He has redeemed my soul from passing over to the Pit, and my life shall see the light.

Jehovah looked down from Heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any who understood and sought God.

And so Jehovah waits to be gracious to you. And therefore He is exalted, that He may have mercy on you; for Jehovah is a God of justice. Blessed are all those who wait for Him.

Then those who feared Jehovah spoke together, each man to his neighbor. And Jehovah gave attention and heard. And a Book of Remembrance was written before Him for those who feared Jehovah, and for those who thought on His name.

The Lord is not slow concerning His promise, as some count slowness, but is longsuffering toward us, not purposing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.

Run to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem, and see now, and know, and seek in her open places, if you can find a man, if there is one who does justice, who seeks the truth; and I will pardon her.

And He saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor. Therefore His own arm brought salvation unto Him; and His righteousness, it sustained Him.

So I sought for a man among them who would close up the wall, and stand in the gap before Me on behalf of the land, that I should not destroy it; but I found no one.

The good man has perished from the earth, and there is no one upright among mankind. All of them lie in wait for blood; each one hunts his brother with a net.

I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me.

Because he considers and turns away from all the transgressions which he had done, he shall live life; he shall not die.

And now, thus says Jehovah of Hosts: Set your heart on your ways.

Thus says Jehovah of Hosts: Set your heart on your ways.

But when he came to himself, he said, How many of my father's hired servants have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger.

and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants.

A wild ass used to the wilderness, in her cravings she sniffs at the wind; when she is in heat who can turn her away? All those who seek her will not weary themselves; in her month they will find her.

Withhold your foot from being bare, and your throat from thirst. But you said, There is no hope. No! For I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.

Have you given the horse its strength? Have you clothed its neck with a mane?

He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; he goes forth to meet the weapons.

The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and javelin.

Every time the shofar sounds he says, Aha! He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of captains and shouting.