3748 verses about Suffering

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.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is no one to deliver.

let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;

For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

The helpless are crushed. They collapse. They fall under his strength.

He says in his heart, “God has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see it.”

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.

“Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise,” says Yahweh; “I will set him in safety from those who malign him.”

How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.

The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.

The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death came on me.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

They came on me in the day of my calamity, but Yahweh was my support.

They cried, but there was no one to save; even to Yahweh, but he didn’t answer them.

May Yahweh answer you in the day of trouble. May the name of the God of Jacob set you up on high,

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.

All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,

“He trusts in Yahweh. Let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”

Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is no one to help.

Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Turn to me, and have mercy on me, for I am desolate and afflicted.

The troubles of my heart are enlarged. Oh bring me out of my distresses.

Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.

Redeem Israel, God, out of all his troubles.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my soul in adversities.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my life.

My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.

Many sorrows come to the wicked, but loving kindness shall surround him who trusts in Yahweh.

This poor man cried, and Yahweh heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

The righteous cry, and Yahweh hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles.

Yahweh is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but Yahweh delivers him out of them all.

Unrighteous witnesses rise up. They ask me about things that I don’t know about.

They reward me evil for good, to the bereaving of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease.

Like the profane mockers in feasts, they gnashed their teeth at me.

Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my soul from their destruction, my precious life from the lions.

Don’t let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.

Yes, they opened their mouth wide against me. They said, “Aha! Aha! Our eye has seen it!”

You have seen it, Yahweh. Don’t keep silent. Lord, don’t be far from me.

Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.

I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.