767 verses about Weakness

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.

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

But I, as a deaf man, don’t hear. I am as a mute man who doesn’t open his mouth.

Yes, I am as a man who doesn’t hear, in whose mouth are no reproofs.

For I said, “Don’t let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips.”

For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.

“Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.”

For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.

Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed, and restore him from his bed of illness.

For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

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

Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.

From the end of the earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

How long will you assault a man, would all of you throw him down, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

You, God, sent a plentiful rain. You confirmed your inheritance, when it was weary.

Your God has commanded your strength. Strengthen, God, that which you have done for us.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren’t hidden from you.

But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.

For Yahweh hears the needy, and doesn’t despise his captive people.

But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer. Yahweh, don’t delay.

Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails.

For he will deliver the needy when he cries; the poor, who has no helper.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Don’t let the oppressed return ashamed. Let the poor and needy praise your name.

Valiant men lie plundered, they have slept their last sleep. None of the men of war can lift their hands.

The children of Ephraim, being armed and carrying bows, turned back in the day of battle.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

Don’t hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your tender mercies speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need.

Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?

“Defend the weak, the poor, and the fatherless. Maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed.

Rescue the weak and needy. Deliver them out of the hand of the wicked.”

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

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

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

Yes, you turn back the edge of his sword, and haven’t supported him in battle.

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

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.

When I said, “My foot is slipping!” Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up.

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 days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

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

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

when they were but a few men in number, yes, very few, and foreigners in it.

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

Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.

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

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

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

Give us help against the enemy, for the help of man is vain.

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.

My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.

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

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

You pushed me back hard, to make me fall, but Yahweh helped me.

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.

My soul faints for your salvation. I hope in your word.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

He doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

The sluggard says, “There is a lion outside! I will be killed in the streets!”

If you falter in the time of trouble, your strength is small.

Like a muddied spring, and a polluted well, so is a righteous man who gives way before the wicked.

Like a city that is broken down and without walls is a man whose spirit is without restraint.

As the door turns on its hinges, so does the sluggard on his bed.

the ants are not a strong people, yet they provide their food in the summer.

The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks.

You can catch a lizard with your hands, yet it is in kings’ palaces.

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

For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow; but woe to him who is alone when he falls, and doesn’t have another to lift him up.

There was a little city, and few men within it; and a great king came against it, besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it.

in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look out of the windows are darkened,