שָׁכַח שָׁכֵַח

They forgat God their saviour, which had done great things in Egypt;

I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.

The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten thy law.

For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.

I will never forget thy precepts: for with them thou hast quickened me.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

My zeal hath consumed me, because mine enemies have forgotten thy words.

I am small and despised: yet do not I forget thy precepts.

RESH. Consider mine affliction, and deliver me: for I do not forget thy law.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

Which forsaketh the guide of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God.

My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:

Get wisdom, get understanding: forget it not; neither decline from the words of my mouth.

Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.

And so I saw the wicked buried, who had come and gone from the place of the holy, and they were forgotten in the city where they had so done: this is also vanity.

For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.

Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength, therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plants, and shalt set it with strange slips:

And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

But Zion said, The LORD hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.

Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.