Quotes About Grief

Their father Ephraim mourned for many days, and his relatives came to comfort him.

When the people of Jabesh-gilead heard about everything the Philistines had done to Saul,

And David said, “I will show kindness to Hanun son of Nahash, because his father showed kindness to me.” So David sent messengers to console Hanun concerning his father. But when Davidís servants arrived in the land of the Ammonites to console him,

When Athaliah the mother of Ahaziah saw that her son was dead, she proceeded to annihilate all the royal heirs of the house of Judah.

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.

Then Nehemiah told them, “Go and eat what is rich, drink what is sweet, and send out portions to those who have nothing prepared, since today is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”

And the Levites calmed all the people, saying, “Be still, since today is holy. Do not grieve.”

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.

Then Mordecai returned to the kingís gate. But Haman rushed home, with his head covered in grief.

For how could I bear to see the disaster that would befall my people? How could I bear to see the destruction of my kindred?”

Then Job stood up, tore his robe, and shaved his head. He fell to the ground and worshiped,

When they lifted up their eyes from afar, they could barely recognize Job. They began to weep aloud, and each man tore his robe and threw dust in the air over his head.

Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights, but no one spoke a word to him because they saw how intense his suffering was.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

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.

Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?

Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?

who rejoice and greatly exult when they can find the grave?

“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.

The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.