Quotes About Grief

A servant pampered from his youth will bring grief in the end.

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and as knowledge grows, grief increases.

Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

And the gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.

Their infants will be dashed to pieces before their eyes, their houses will be looted, and their wives will be ravished.

Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.

In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.

Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.

So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.

Then the fishermen will mourn, all who cast a hook into the Nile will lament, and those who spread nets on the waters will pine away.

O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.

Therefore I said, “Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly! Do not try to console me over the destruction of the daughter of my people.”

On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.

This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.

Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!

The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,

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

These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Like one from whom men hide their faces, He was despised, and we esteemed Him not.

Surely He took on our infirmities and carried our sorrows; yet we considered Him stricken by God, struck down and afflicted.

But they rebelled and grieved His Holy Spirit. So He turned and became their enemy, and He Himself fought against them.

Disaster after disaster is proclaimed, for the whole land is laid waste. My tents are destroyed in an instant, my curtains in a moment.

We have heard the report; our hands hang limp. Anguish has gripped us, pain like that of a woman in labor.