Quotes About Mourning

So his servants took him out of his chariot, put him in his second chariot, and brought him to Jerusalem, where he died. And Josiah was buried in the tomb of his fathers, and all Judah and Jerusalem mourned for him.

Then Jeremiah lamented over Josiah, and to this day all the choirs of men and women sing laments over Josiah. They established them as a statute for Israel, and indeed they are written in the Book of Laments.

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.

Then Ezra withdrew from before the house of God and walked to the chamber of Jehohanan son of Eliashib. And while he stayed there, he ate no food and drank no water, because he was mourning over the unfaithfulness of the exiles.

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

and replied to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my fathers are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

On the twenty-fourth day of the same month, the Israelites gathered together, fasting and wearing sackcloth, with dust on their heads.

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.

But he went only as far as the kingís gate, because the law prohibited anyone wearing sackcloth from entering that gate.

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.

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.

He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”

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

He is carried to the grave, and watch is kept over his tomb.

His survivors will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep for them.

My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.

You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.

I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning.

Fire consumed His young men, and their maidens were left without wedding songs.

His priests fell by the sword, but their widows could not lament.

They have poured out their blood like water all around Jerusalem, and there is no one to bury the dead.