Quotes About Mourning

It is better to enter a house of mourning than a house of feasting, since death is the end of every man, and the living should take this to heart.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.

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

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.

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.

The earth mourns and withers; the world languishes and fades; the exalted of the earth waste away.

The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.

And I will constrain Ariel, and there will be mourning and lamentation; she will be like an altar hearth before Me.

The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is ashamed and decayed. Sharon is like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.

Their slain will be left unburied, and the stench of their corpses will rise; the mountains will flow with their blood.

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

to proclaim the year of the LORDís favor and the day of our Godís vengeance, to comfort all who mourn,

So put on sackcloth, mourn and wail, for the fierce anger of the LORD has not turned away from us.”

Therefore the earth will mourn and the heavens above will grow dark. I have spoken, I have planned, and I will not relent or turn back.”

O daughter of my people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with bitter wailing, as you would for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

I will remove from the cities of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem the sounds of joy and gladness and the voices of the bride and bridegroom, for the land will become a wasteland.”

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed. I mourn; horror has gripped me.

Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daughter of my people.

This is what the LORD of Hosts says: “Take note, and summon the wailing women; send for the most skillful among them.

Let them come quickly and take up a lament over us, that our eyes may overflow with tears, and our eyelids may gush with water.

Now, O women, hear the word of the LORD. Open your ears to the word of His mouth. Teach your daughters to wail, and one another to lament.