Twelve Steps with Scripture
We admitted we were powerless - that our lives had become
For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,)
dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but to perform
that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not:
but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would
not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. - Romans
You were dead in your transgressions and sins 3 2 in which
you once lived following the age of this world, 4 following the ruler
of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the disobedient.
On that day, as evening drew on, he said to them, "Let
us cross to the other side." 36 Leaving the crowd, they took him with
them in the boat just as he was. And other boats were with him. 37 A
violent squall came up and waves were breaking over the boat, so that
it was already filling up. 38 Jesus was in the stern, asleep on a cushion.
They woke him and said to him, "Teacher, do you not care that we are
perishing?" 39 He woke up, rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, "Quiet!
Be still!" 9 The wind ceased and there was great calm. 40 Then he asked
them, "Why are you terrified? Do you not yet have faith?" 41 They were
filled with great awe and said to one another, "Who then is this whom
even wind and sea obey?"
For he rescues the poor when they cry out, the oppressed
who have no one to help. 13 He shows pity to the needy and the poor and
saves the lives of the poor.
At the sight of the crowds, his heart was moved with pity
for them because they were troubled and abandoned, 22 like sheep without
They promise them freedom, though they themselves are slaves
of corruption, for a person is a slave of whatever overcomes him.
Do not reprove me in your anger, LORD, nor punish me in
your wrath. 3 Have pity on me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for
my bones are trembling. 3 In utter terror is my soul-- and you, LORD,
Do not reprove me in your anger, LORD, nor punish me in your wrath. 3 Have
pity on me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are trembling.
For who among the dead remembers you? Who praises you in Sheol? 7 I am wearied
with sighing; all night long tears drench my bed; my couch is soaked with weeping.
But you do see; you do observe this misery and sorrow; you take the matter
in hand. To you the helpless can entrust their cause; you are the defender
Those who say, "By our tongues we prevail; when our lips speak, who can lord
it over us?"
For the leader. A psalm of David. 2 How long, LORD? Will you utterly forget
me? How long will you hide your face from me? 3 How long must I carry sorrow
in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? How long will my enemy triumph
over me? 4 Look upon me, answer me, LORD, my God! Give light to my eyes lest
I sleep in death,
They multiply their sorrows who court other gods. Blood libations to them I
will not pour out, nor will I take their names upon my lips.
The cords of Sheol tightened; the snares of death lay in wait for me.
Toward the faithful you are faithful; to the honest
you are honest; 27 Toward the sincere, sincere; but to the perverse you
are devious. 28 Humble people you save; haughty eyes you bring low.
My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why so far from my call for help,
from my cries of anguish? 3 My God, I call by day, but you do not answer; by
night, but I have no relief. 4 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are
the glory of Israel. 5 In you our ancestors trusted; they trusted and you rescued
them. 6 To you they cried out and they escaped; in you they trusted and were
But I am a worm, hardly human, scorned by everyone,
despised by the people. 8 All who see me mock me; they curl their lips
and jeer; they shake their heads at me: 9 "You relied on the LORD--let
him deliver you; if he loves you, let him rescue you." 10 Yet you drew
me forth from the womb, made me safe at my mother's breast. 11 Upon you
I was thrust from the womb; since birth you are my God. 12 Do not stay
far from me, for trouble is near, and there is no one to help.
Look upon me, have pity on me, for I am alone and afflicted. 17 Relieve the
troubles of my heart; bring me out of my distress. Put an end to my affliction
and suffering; take away all my sins.
Of David. To you, LORD, I call; my Rock, do not be deaf to me. If you fail
to answer me, I will join those who go down to the pit. 2 Hear the sound of
my pleading when I cry to you, lifting my hands toward your holy place.
To you, LORD, I cried out; with the Lord I pleaded for mercy: 10 "What
gain is there from my lifeblood, from my going down to the grave? Does
dust give you thanks or declare your faithfulness? 11 Hear, O LORD, have
mercy on me; LORD, be my helper."
Into your hands I commend my spirit; you will redeem me, LORD, faithful
God. 7 You hate those who serve worthless idols, but I trust in the LORD.
8 I will rejoice and be glad in your love, once you have seen my misery,
observed my distress. 9 You will not abandon me into enemy hands, but
will set my feet in a free and open space. 10 Be gracious to me, LORD,
for I am in distress; with grief my eyes are wasted, my soul and body
spent. 11 My life is worn out by sorrow, my years by sighing. My strength
fails in affliction; my bones are consumed. 12 To all my foes I am a
thing of scorn, to my neighbors, a dreaded sight, a horror to my friends.
When they see me in the street, they quickly shy away.
Blessed be the LORD, who has shown me wondrous love,
and been for me a city most secure. 23 Once I said in my anguish, "I
am shut out from your sight." Yet you heard my plea, when I cried out
When the just cry out, the LORD hears and rescues them
from all distress. 19 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted, saves those
whose spirit is crushed. 20 Many are the troubles of the just, but the
LORD delivers from them all.
LORD, punish me no more in your anger; in your wrath
do not chastise me! 3 Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has
come down upon me. 4 My flesh is afflicted because of your anger; my
frame aches because of my sin. 5 My iniquities overwhelm me, a burden
beyond my strength. 6 Foul and festering are my sores because of my folly.
7 I am stooped and deeply bowed; all day I go about mourning. 8 My loins
burn with fever; my flesh is afflicted. 9 I am numb and utterly crushed;
I wail with anguish of heart. 10 My Lord, my deepest yearning is before
you; my groaning is not hidden from you. 11 My heart shudders, my strength
forsakes me; the very light of my eyes has failed. 12 Friends and companions
shun my pain; my neighbors stand far off.
Though I am afflicted and poor, the Lord keeps me in
mind. You are my help and deliverer; my God, do not delay!
Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within
me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God. 7
4 My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you From the
land of the Jordan and Hermon, from the land of Mount Mizar. 8 5 Here
deep calls to deep in the roar of your torrents. All your waves and breakers
sweep over me. 9 At dawn may the LORD bestow faithful love that I may
sing praise through the night, praise to the God of my life.
You make us a byword among the nations; the peoples
shake their heads at us. 16 All day long my disgrace is before me; shame
has covered my face
My heart pounds within me; death's terrors fall upon
me. 6 Fear and trembling overwhelm me; shuddering sweeps over me. 7 I
say, "If only I had wings like a dove that I might fly away and find
rest. 8 Far away I would flee; I would stay in the desert. Selah 9 I
would soon find a shelter from the raging wind and storm."
Save me, God, for the waters have reached my neck.
3 I have sunk into the mire of the deep, where there is no foothold.
I have gone down to the watery depths; the flood overwhelms me.
You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace; before
you stand all my foes.
"See, you lowly ones, and be glad; you who seek God,
take heart! 34 For the LORD hears the poor, does not spurn those in bondage.
LORD, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud
in your presence. 3 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to
my cry. 2 For my soul is filled with troubles; my life draws near to
Sheol. 5 I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak,
The prayer of one afflicted and wasting away whose
anguish is poured out before the LORD. 2 LORD, hear my prayer; let my
cry come to you. 3 Do not hide your face from me now that I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly. 4 For my days vanish
like smoke; my bones burn away as in a furnace. 5 I am withered, dried
up like grass, too wasted to eat my food. 6 From my loud groaning I become
just skin and bones. 7 I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the
ruins. 8 I lie awake and moan, like a lone sparrow on the roof.
Sometimes a way seems right to a man, but the end of
it leads to death! 13 Even in laughter the heart may be sad, and the
end of joy may be sorrow.
A man's spirit sustains him in infirmity-- but a broken spirit who can bear?
As the dog returns to his vomit, so the fool repeats his folly.
12 You see a man wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool
than for him.