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For listen! Hear the cries of the field workers whom you have cheated of their pay. The cries of those who harvest your fields have reached the ears of the LORD of Heaven’s Armies.
But the LORD said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground!
Then the LORD told him, “I have certainly seen the oppression of my people in Egypt. I have heard their cries of distress because of their harsh slave drivers. Yes, I am aware of their suffering.
This coat may be the only blanket your neighbor has. How can a person sleep without it? If you do not return it and your neighbor cries out to me for help, then I will hear, for I am merciful.
Do not be mean-spirited and refuse someone a loan because the year for canceling debts is close at hand. If you refuse to make the loan and the needy person cries out to the LORD, you will be considered guilty of sin.
we cried out to the LORD, the God of our ancestors. He heard our cries and saw our hardship, toil, and oppression.
The eternal God is your refuge, and his everlasting arms are under you. He drives out the enemy before you; he cries out, ‘Destroy them!’
So David left the sheep with another shepherd and set out early the next morning with the gifts, as Jesse had directed him. He arrived at the camp just as the Israelite army was leaving for the battlefield with shouts and battle cries.
“You saw the misery of our ancestors in Egypt, and you heard their cries from beside the Red Sea.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus. Job Cries Out to God
They cause the poor to cry out, catching God’s attention. He hears the cries of the needy.
For he who avenges murder cares for the helpless. He does not ignore the cries of those who suffer.
LORD, you know the hopes of the helpless. Surely you will hear their cries and comfort them.
For he has not ignored or belittled the suffering of the needy. He has not turned his back on them, but has listened to their cries for help.
The eyes of the LORD watch over those who do right; his ears are open to their cries for help.
Hear my prayer, O LORD! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest — a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.
For the LORD hears the cries of the needy; he does not despise his imprisoned people.
There your enemies shouted their victorious battle cries; there they set up their battle standards.
Even so, he pitied them in their distress and listened to their cries.
Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
I said to the LORD, “You are my God!” Listen, O LORD, to my cries for mercy!
and may our oxen be loaded down with produce. May there be no enemy breaking through our walls, no going into captivity, no cries of alarm in our town squares.
He grants the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cries for help and rescues them.
Wisdom shouts in the streets. She cries out in the public square.
By the gates at the entrance to the town, on the road leading in, she cries aloud,
Those who shut their ears to the cries of the poor will be ignored in their own time of need.
The nation of Israel is the vineyard of the LORD of Heaven’s Armies. The people of Judah are his pleasant garden. He expected a crop of justice, but instead he found oppression. He expected to find righteousness, but instead he heard cries of violence. Judah’s Guilt and Judgment
My heart weeps for Moab. Its people flee to Zoar and Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping, they climb the road to Luhith. Their cries of distress can be heard all along the road to Horonaim.
Oh, what a day of crushing defeat! What a day of confusion and terror brought by the Lord, the LORD of Heaven’s Armies, upon the Valley of Vision! The walls of Jerusalem have been broken, and cries of death echo from the mountainsides.
The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.
Just as a pregnant woman writhes and cries out in pain as she gives birth, so were we in your presence, LORD.
O people of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. He will be gracious if you ask for help. He will surely respond to the sound of your cries.
And all your friends, those with whom you’ve done business since childhood, will go their own ways, turning a deaf ear to your cries.
My heart, my heart — I writhe in pain! My heart pounds within me! I cannot be still. For I have heard the blast of enemy trumpets and the roar of their battle cries.
Therefore, this is what the LORD says: I am going to bring calamity upon them, and they will not escape. Though they beg for mercy, I will not listen to their cries.
Listen to the frantic cries of the shepherds. The leaders of the flock are wailing in despair, for the LORD is ruining their pastures.
This is what the LORD says: “I hear cries of fear; there is terror and no peace.
The nations have heard of your shame. The earth is filled with your cries of despair. Your mightiest warriors will run into each other and fall down together.”
Listen to the cries from Horonaim, cries of devastation and great destruction.
“Instead, their awful cries of terror can be heard from Heshbon clear across to Elealeh and Jahaz; from Zoar all the way to Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah. Even the waters of Nimrim are dried up now.
Shout war cries against her from every side. Look! She surrenders! Her walls have fallen. It is the LORD’s vengeance, so take vengeance on her. Do to her as she has done to others!
She defiled herself with immorality and gave no thought to her future. Now she lies in the gutter with no one to lift her out. “LORD, see my misery,” she cries. “The enemy has triumphed.”
Even the jackals feed their young, but not my people Israel. They ignore their children’s cries, like ostriches in the desert.
Then the earth will answer the thirsty cries of the grain, the grapevines, and the olive trees. And they in turn will answer, ‘Jezreel’ — ‘God plants!’
Burning like an oven, they consume their leaders. They kill their kings one after another, and no one cries to me for help.
a day of trumpet calls and battle cries. Down go the walled cities and the strongest battlements!
“I will strengthen Judah and save Israel; I will restore them because of my compassion. It will be as though I had never rejected them, for I am the LORD their God, who will hear their cries.
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