3748 verses about Suffering

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found. Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.

In the fullness of his sufficiency, distress shall overtake him. The hand of everyone who is in misery shall come on him.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?

When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

“Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

“How often is it that the lamp of the wicked is put out, that their calamity comes on them, that God distributes sorrows in his anger?

Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.

So how can you comfort me with nonsense, because in your answers there remains only falsehood?”

Therefore snares are around you. Sudden fear troubles you,

or darkness, so that you can not see, and floods of waters cover you.

who were snatched away before their time, whose foundation was poured out as a stream,

Then Job answered,

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!

I would set my cause in order before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.

There the upright might reason with him, so I should be delivered forever from my judge.

“If I go east, he is not there; if west, I can’t find him;

But he knows the way that I take. When he has tried me, I shall come out like gold.

For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified me.

Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither did he cover the thick darkness from my face.

“Why aren’t times laid up by the Almighty? Why don’t those who know him see his days?

They turn the needy out of the way. The poor of the earth all hide themselves.

They lie all night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of a shelter.

There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

So that they go around naked without clothing. Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.

They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn’t regard the folly.

He devours the barren who don’t bear. He shows no kindness to the widow.

How much less man, who is a worm, the son of man, who is a worm!”

“As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter

Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?

If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword. His offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

He builds his house as the moth, as a booth which the watchman makes.

For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.

He breaks open a shaft away from where people live. They are forgotten by the foot. They hang far from men, they swing back and forth.

“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief;

So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.

“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone’s help.

As through a wide breach they come, in the middle of the ruin they roll themselves in.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.

My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.

oh that I had one to hear me! Behold, here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me! Let the accuser write my indictment!

If my land cries out against me, and its furrows weep together;

Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

Behold, he finds occasions against me. He counts me for his enemy.

He puts my feet in the stocks. He marks all my paths.’

Why do you strive against him, because he doesn’t give account of any of his matters?

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;

His flesh is so consumed away, that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

“Behold, God does all these things, twice, yes three times, with a man,

to bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of the living.

For Job has said, ‘I am righteous, God has taken away my right:

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

What man is like Job, who drinks scorn like water,

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away. The mighty are taken away without a hand.

so that they caused the cry of the poor to come to him. He heard the cry of the afflicted.

That you ask, ‘What advantage will it be to you? What profit shall I have, more than if I had sinned?’

“By reason of the multitude of oppressions they cry out. They cry for help by reason of the arm of the mighty.

But no one says, ‘Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night,

There they cry, but no one gives answer, because of the pride of evil men.

He doesn’t preserve the life of the wicked, but gives to the afflicted their right.

If they are bound in fetters, and are taken in the cords of afflictions,

But if they don’t listen, they shall perish by the sword; they shall die without knowledge.

“But those who are godless in heart lay up anger. They don’t cry for help when he binds them.

He delivers the afflicted by their affliction, and opens their ear in oppression.

Would your wealth sustain you in distress, or all the might of your strength?

Take heed, don’t regard iniquity; for you have chosen this rather than affliction.

Yahweh turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends. Yahweh gave Job twice as much as he had before.

Then came there to him all his brothers, and all his sisters, and all those who had been of his acquaintance before, and ate bread with him in his house. They comforted him, and consoled him concerning all the evil that Yahweh had brought on him. Everyone also gave him a piece of money, and everyone a ring of gold.

Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.

Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness. Give me relief from my distress. Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.

Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.