יָחַל

And he stayed yet other seven days; and sent forth the dove; which returned not again unto him any more.

And thou shalt go down before me to Gilgal; and, behold, I will come down unto thee, to offer burnt offerings, and to sacrifice sacrifices of peace offerings: seven days shalt thou tarry, till I come to thee, and shew thee what thou shalt do.

And he tarried seven days, according to the set time that Samuel had appointed: but Samuel came not to Gilgal; and the people were scattered from him.

Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak.

And while he yet talked with them, behold, the messenger came down unto him: and he said, Behold, this evil is of the LORD; what should I wait for the LORD any longer?

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

Unto me men gave ear, and waited, and kept silence at my counsel.

And they waited for me as for the rain; and they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

Behold, I waited for your words; I gave ear to your reasons, whilst ye searched out what to say.

When I had waited,(for they spake not, but stood still, and answered no more;)

Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.

Behold, the eye of the LORD is upon them that fear him, upon them that hope in his mercy;

Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.

For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.

And take not the word of truth utterly out of my mouth; for I have hoped in thy judgments.

ZAIN. Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.