Quotes About Sorrow

And that dayís victory was turned into mourning for all the people, because on that day they were told, “The king is grieving over his son.”

But the king covered his face and cried out at the top of his voice, “O my son Absalom! O Absalom, my son, my son!”

And when this temple has become a heap of rubble, all who pass by it will be appalled and will hiss and say, ëWhy has the LORD done such a thing to this land and to this temple?í

Then he laid the body in his own tomb, and they lamented over him, “Oh, my brother!”

So Ahab went to his palace, sullen and angry because Naboth the Jezreelite had told him, “I will not give you the inheritance of my fathers.” He lay down on his bed, turned his face away, and refused to eat.

When Ahab heard these words, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth, and fasted. He lay down in sackcloth and walked around meekly.

After the servant had picked him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died.

On hearing this report, King Hezekiah tore his clothes, put on sackcloth, and entered the house of the LORD.

For behold, this is why our fathers have fallen by the sword, and our sons and daughters and wives are in captivity.

When the king heard the words of the Law, he tore his clothes

When I heard this report, I tore my tunic and cloak, pulled out some hair from my head and beard, and sat down in horror.

When I heard these words, I sat down and wept. I mourned for days, fasting and praying before the God of heaven.

When Mordecai learned of all that had happened, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the middle of the city, wailing loudly and bitterly.

In every province to which the kingís command and edict came, there was great mourning among the Jews. They fasted, wept, and lamented, and many lay in sackcloth and ashes.

as the days on which the Jews gained rest from their enemies and the month in which their sorrow turned to joy and their mourning into a holiday. He wrote that these were to be days of feasting and joy, of sending gifts to one another and to the poor.

One day, while Jobís sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brotherís house,

While he was still speaking, another messenger came and reported: “Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brotherís house,

And this is what he said:

Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.

For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.

My days are swifter than a weaverís shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.

My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;

My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.