3748 verses about Suffering

God, don’t keep silent. Don’t keep silent, and don’t be still, God.

Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.

In the day of my trouble I will call on you, for you will answer me.

God, the proud have risen up against me. A company of violent men have sought after my soul, and they don’t hold regard for you before them.

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.

But you have rejected and spurned. You have been angry with your anointed.

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

You have broken down all his hedges. You have brought his strongholds to ruin.

All who pass by the way rob him. He has become a reproach to his neighbors.

You have exalted the right hand of his adversaries. You have made all of his enemies rejoice.

You have ended his splendor, and thrown his throne down to the ground.

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

How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

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,

With which your enemies have mocked, Yahweh, with which they have mocked the footsteps of your anointed one.

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 we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.

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.

Relent, Yahweh! How long? Have compassion on your servants!

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

He will call on me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him, and honor him.

Yahweh, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph?

They break your people in pieces, Yahweh, and afflict your heritage.

They kill the widow and the alien, and murder the fatherless.

that you may give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit is dug for the wicked.

They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.

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.”

Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.

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.

My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.

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.

You will arise and have mercy on Zion; for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come.

For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.

to hear the groans of the prisoner; to free those who are condemned to death;

He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.

I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

He sent a man before them. Joseph was sold for a slave.

They bruised his feet with shackles. His neck was locked in irons,

They angered him also at the waters of Meribah, so that Moses was troubled for their sakes;

He gave them into the hand of the nations. Those who hated them ruled over them.

Their enemies also oppressed them. They were brought into subjection under their hand.

He rescued them many times, but they were rebellious in their counsel, and were brought low in their iniquity.

Nevertheless he regarded their distress, when he heard their cry.

He made them also to be pitied by all those who carried them captive.

They wandered in the wilderness in a desert way. They found no city to live in.

Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.

Then they cried to Yahweh in their trouble, and he delivered them out of their distresses,

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

Therefore he brought down their heart with labor. They fell down, and there was no one to help.

Then they cried to Yahweh in their trouble, and he saved them out of their distresses.

Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience, and because of their iniquities.

Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

Then they cry to Yahweh in their trouble, he saves them out of their distresses.

They mount up to the sky; they go down again to the depths. Their soul melts away because of trouble.

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end.

Then they cry to Yahweh in their trouble, and he brings them out of their distress.

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

Yet he lifts the needy out of their affliction, and increases their families like a flock.

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

They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.

In return for my love, they are my adversaries; but I am in prayer.

They have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.

Let his children be wandering beggars. Let them be sought from their ruins.

Let the creditor seize all that he has. Let strangers plunder the fruit of his labor.

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

He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.

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.

He raises up the poor out of the dust. Lifts up the needy from the ash heap;

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

Yahweh preserves the simple. I was brought low, and he saved me.

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

Precious in Yahweh’s sight is the death of his saints.

Yah has punished me severely, but he has not given me over to death.

Take reproach and contempt away from me, for I have kept your statutes.