Quotes About Sorrow

My eyes overflow unceasingly, without relief,

My eyes bring grief to my soul because of all the daughters of my city.

We have become fatherless orphans; our mothers are widows.

Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—

But you, son of man, groan! Groan before their eyes with a broken heart and bitter grief.

You will be filled with drunkenness and grief, with a cup of devastation and desolation, the cup of your sister Samaria.

And you, son of man, know that on the day I take away their stronghold, their pride and joy—the desire of their eyes which uplifted their souls—and their sons and daughters as well,

So I will silence the sound of your songs, and the music of your lyres will no longer be heard.

They will raise their voices for you and cry out bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.

They will shave their heads for you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They will weep over you with anguish of soul and bitter mourning.

“Son of man, wail for the multitudes of Egypt, and consign her and the daughters of the mighty nations to the depths of the earth with those who descend to the Pit:

This is what the Lord GOD says: While the whole earth rejoices, I will make you desolate.

Ephraim is struck down; their root is withered; they cannot bear fruit. Even if they bear children, I will slay the darlings of their wombs.

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth.

Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.

The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.

Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.

The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up.

Therefore this is what the LORD, the God of Hosts, the Lord, says: “There will be wailing in all the public squares and cries of ëAlas! Alas!í in all the streets. The farmer will be summoned to mourn, and the mourners to wail.

There will be wailing in all the vineyards, for I will pass through your midst,” says the LORD.

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, and its outcome like a bitter day.

Because of this I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like a jackal and mourn like an ostrich.

by asking the priests of the house of the LORD of Hosts, as well as the prophets, “Should I weep and fast in the fifth month, as I have done these many years?”