1232 verses about Sadness

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.

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father; but a foolish son brings grief to his mother.

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.

The heart knows its own bitterness and joy; he will not share these with a stranger.

Even in laughter the heart may be sorrowful, and mirth may end in heaviness.

A glad heart makes a cheerful face; but an aching heart breaks the spirit.

All the days of the afflicted are wretched, but one who has a cheerful heart enjoys a continual feast.

He who becomes the father of a fool grieves. The father of a fool has no joy.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

A foolish son brings grief to his father, and bitterness to her who bore him.

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

A foolish son is the calamity of his father. A wife’s quarrels are a continual dripping.

Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?

As one who takes away a garment in cold weather, or vinegar on soda, so is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.

Give strong drink to him who is ready to perish; and wine to the bitter in soul:

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

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

All things are full of weariness beyond uttering. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

For in much wisdom is much grief; and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

Then I said in my heart, “As it happens to the fool, so will it happen even to me; and why was I then more wise?” Then I said in my heart that this also is vanity.

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

So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

I hated all my labor in which I labored under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.

Therefore I began to cause my heart to despair concerning all the labor in which I had labored under the sun.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:

a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

I have seen the burden which God has given to the sons of men to be afflicted with.

Therefore I saw that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his works; for that is his portion: for who can bring him to see what will be after him?

Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold, the tears of those who were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.

If a man fathers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not filled with good, and moreover he has no burial; I say, that a stillborn child is better than he:

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men, and the living should take this to heart.

Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the face the heart is made good.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

For there is a time and procedure for every purpose, although the misery of man is heavy on him.

This is an evil in all that is done under the sun, that there is one event to all: yes also, the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart while they live, and after that they go to the dead.

Yes, if a man lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember the days of darkness, for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity.

Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.

Before the sun, the light, the moon, and the stars are darkened, and the clouds return after the rain;

yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be on the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher. “All is vanity!”

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a field of melons, like a besieged city.

Her gates shall lament and mourn; and she shall be desolate and sit on the ground.

and look to the earth, and see distress, darkness, and the gloom of anguish. They will be driven into thick darkness.

Cry aloud with your voice, daughter of Gallim! Listen, Laishah! You poor Anathoth!

They will be dismayed. Pangs and sorrows will seize them. They will be in pain like a woman in labor. They will look in amazement one at another. Their faces will be faces of flame.

They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.

In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.

My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.

For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.

For it will be that as wandering birds, as a scattered nest, so will the daughters of Moab be at the fords of the Arnon.

Therefore Moab will wail for Moab. Everyone will wail. You will mourn for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth, utterly stricken.

For the fields of Heshbon languish with the vine of Sibmah. The lords of the nations have broken down its choice branches, which reached even to Jazer, which wandered into the wilderness. Its shoots were spread abroad. They passed over the sea.

Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah. I will water you with my tears, Heshbon, and Elealeh: for on your summer fruits and on your harvest the battle shout has fallen.

Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.

Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.

In the day of your planting, you hedge it in. In the morning, you make your seed blossom, but the harvest flees away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

The fishermen will lament, and all those who fish in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the waters will languish.

The pillars will be broken in pieces. All those who work for hire will be grieved in soul.

Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can’t hear. I so am dismayed that I can’t see.

My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.

You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

Therefore I said, “Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don’t labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

In that day, the Lord, Yahweh of Armies, called to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to dressing in sackcloth:

When the report comes to Egypt, they will be in anguish at the report of Tyre.

Pass over to Tarshish! Wail, you inhabitants of the coast!

The earth mourns and fades away. The world languishes and fades away. The lofty people of the earth languish.

The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry-hearted sigh.

The mirth of tambourines ceases. The sound of those who rejoice ends. The joy of the harp ceases.

There is a crying in the streets because of the wine. All joy is darkened. The mirth of the land is gone.

From the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs. Glory to the righteous! But I said, “I pine away! I pine away! woe is me!” The treacherous have dealt treacherously. Yes, the treacherous have dealt very treacherously.

then I will distress Ariel, and there will be mourning and lamentation. She shall be to me as an altar hearth.

Tremble, you women who are at ease! Be troubled, you careless ones! Strip yourselves, make yourselves naked, and put sackcloth on your waist.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.