1232 verses about Sadness

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

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

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies.

You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.

All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,

Though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.

Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don’t reject us forever.

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

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.

Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness.” Selah.

But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.

Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren’t they in your book?

God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

Haven’t you, God, rejected us? You don’t go out with our armies, God.

From the end of the earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Save me, God, for the waters have come up to my neck!

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

When I wept and I fasted, that was to my reproach.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.

For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt.

For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

We see no miraculous signs. There is no longer any prophet, neither is there among us anyone who knows how long.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

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

Fire devoured their young men. Their virgins had no wedding song.

Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows couldn’t weep.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.

Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.

For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.

Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?

Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.

You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.

You have renounced the covenant of your servant. You have defiled his crown in the dust.

You have shortened the days of his youth. You have covered him with shame. Selah.

Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!

Lord, where are your former loving kindnesses, which you swore to David in your faithfulness?

Remember, Lord, the reproach of your servants, how I bear in my heart the taunts of all the mighty peoples,

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen evil.

Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “It is a people that errs in their heart. They have not known my ways.”

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

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

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.

Again, they are diminished and bowed down through oppression, trouble, and sorrow.

because he didn’t remember to show kindness, but persecuted the poor and needy man, the broken in heart, to kill them.

for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.

The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.

I believed, therefore I said, “I was greatly afflicted.”

My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!

My soul is weary with sorrow: strengthen me according to your word.

Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don’t observe your law. TZADI

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

He who goes out weeping, carrying seed for sowing, will certainly come again with joy, carrying his sheaves.

Out of the depths I have cried to you, Yahweh.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.