שָׁכַח

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

All this has come on us, yet we haven’t forgotten you. We haven’t been false to your covenant.

If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,

Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

Listen, daughter, consider, and turn your ear. Forget your own people, and also your father’s house.

“Now consider this, you who forget God, lest I tear you into pieces, and there be no one to deliver.

Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

Don’t deliver the soul of your dove to wild beasts. Don’t forget the life of your poor forever.

Don’t forget the voice of your adversaries. The tumult of those who rise up against you ascends continually.

Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?”

that they might set their hope in God, and not forget God’s deeds, but keep his commandments,

They forgot his doings, his wondrous deeds that he had shown them.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

Praise Yahweh, my soul, and don’t forget all his benefits,

They soon forgot his works. They didn’t wait for his counsel,

They forgot God, their Savior, who had done great things in Egypt,

I will delight myself in your statutes. I will not forget your word.

The ropes of the wicked bind me, but I won’t forget your law.

I will never forget your precepts, for with them, you have revived me.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I won’t forget your law.

My zeal wears me out, because my enemies ignore your words.

I am small and despised. I don’t forget your precepts.

Consider my affliction, and deliver me, for I don’t forget your law.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I don’t forget your commandments.

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

who forsakes the friend of her youth, and forgets the covenant of her God;

My son, don’t forget my teaching; but let your heart keep my commandments:

Get wisdom. Get understanding. Don’t forget, and don’t deviate from the words of my mouth.

lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the justice due to anyone who is afflicted.

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

For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory forever, since in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool!

So I saw the wicked buried. Indeed they came also from holiness. They went and were forgotten in the city where they did this. This also is vanity.

For the living know that they will die, but the dead don’t know anything, neither do they have any more a reward; for their memory is forgotten.

For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and have not remembered the rock of your strength. Therefore you plant pleasant plants, and set out foreign seedlings.

It will come to pass in that day that Tyre will be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king. After the end of seventy years it will be to Tyre like in the song of the prostitute.

Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.