Quotes About Desperation

Then they will call on me, but I will not answer; they will earnestly seek me, but will not find me.

Men do not despise the thief if he steals to satisfy his hunger.

All the brothers of a poor man hate him—how much more do his friends avoid him! He may pursue them with pleading, but they are nowhere to be found.

“They struck me, but I feel no pain! They beat me, but I did not know it! When can I wake up to search for another drink?”

There was a small city with few men. A mighty king came against it, surrounded it, and built large siege ramps against it.

A man will seize his brother within his fatherís house: “You have a cloak—you be our leader! Take charge of this heap of rubble.”

On that day he will cry aloud: “I am not a healer. I have no food or clothing in my house. Do not make me leader of the people!”

Therefore My people will go into exile for their lack of understanding; their dignitaries are starving and their masses are parched with thirst.

Then they will look to the earth and see only distress and darkness and the gloom of anguish. And they will be driven into utter darkness.

They carve out what is on the right, but they are still hungry; they eat what is on the left, but they are still not satisfied. Each one devours the flesh of his own offspring.

What will you do on the day of reckoning when devastation comes from afar? To whom will you flee for help? Where will you leave your wealth?

Madmenah flees; the people of Gebim take refuge.

Like a hunted gazelle, like a sheep without a shepherd, each will return to his own people, each will flee to his native land.

Whoever is caught will be stabbed, and whoever is captured will die by the sword.

So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.

This is the burden against the Valley of Vision: What ails you now, that you have all gone up to the rooftops,

All your rulers have fled together, captured without a bow. All your fugitives were captured together, having fled to a distant place.

Get out of the way; turn off the road. Rid us of the Holy One of Israel!”

A thousand will flee at the threat of one; at the threat of five you will all flee, until you are left alone like a pole on a mountaintop, like a banner on a hill.

But the Rabshakeh replied, “Has my master sent me to speak these words only to you and your master, and not to the men sitting on the wall, who are destined with you to eat their own dung and drink their own urine?”

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

Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD,

The poor and needy seek water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. I, the LORD, will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.

After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?