Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.

You will increase my greatness and comfort me again.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.

Show me a sign of your favor, that those who hate me may see and be put to shame because you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me.

This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life.

When I think of your rules from of old, I take comfort, O Lord.

Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.

My eyes long for your promise; I ask, “When will you comfort me?”