3748 verses about Suffering

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.

Though princes sit and slander me, your servant will meditate on your statutes.

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.

This is my comfort in my affliction, for your word has revived me.

The arrogant mock me excessively, but I don’t swerve from your law.

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

Before I was afflicted, I went astray; but now I observe your word.

The proud have smeared a lie upon me. With my whole heart, I will keep your precepts.

It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I may learn your statutes.

Yahweh, I know that your judgments are righteous, that in faithfulness you have afflicted me.

Let the proud be disappointed, for they have overthrown me wrongfully. I will meditate on your precepts.

My eyes fail for your word. I say, “When will you comfort me?”

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

How many are the days of your servant? When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?

The proud have dug pits for me, contrary to your law.

All of your commandments are faithful. They persecute me wrongfully. Help me!

They had almost wiped me from the earth, but I didn’t forsake your precepts.

Unless your law had been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction.

I am afflicted very much. Revive me, Yahweh, according to your word.

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

Ensure your servant’s well-being. Don’t let the proud oppress me.

My eyes fail looking for your salvation, for your righteous word.

Redeem me from the oppression of man, so I will observe your precepts.

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

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

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

Trouble and anguish have taken hold of me. Your commandments are my delight.

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

Many are my persecutors and my adversaries. I haven’t swerved from your testimonies.

In my distress, I cried to Yahweh. He answered me.

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

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

Have mercy on us, Yahweh, have mercy on us, for we have endured much contempt.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Those who sow in tears will reap in joy.

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

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

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

Yahweh, remember David and all his affliction,

Who remembered us in our low estate; for his loving kindness endures forever;

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!”

How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

Though I walk in the middle of trouble, you will revive me. You will stretch out your hand against the wrath of my enemies. Your right hand will save me.

I know that Yahweh will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and justice for the needy.

“As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”

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.

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

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.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

Revive me, Yahweh, for your name’s sake. In your righteousness, bring my soul out of trouble.

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

when calamity overtakes you like a storm, when your disaster comes on like a whirlwind; when distress and anguish come on you.

You will groan at your latter end, when your flesh and your body are consumed,

He will get wounds and dishonor. His reproach will not be wiped away.

The merciful man does good to his own soul, but he who is cruel troubles his own flesh.