Quotes About Suffering

when your dread comes like a storm, and your destruction like a whirlwind, when distress and anguish overwhelm you.

in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a double-edged sword.

All the days of the oppressed are bad, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast.

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.

Lashes and wounds scour evil, and beatings cleanse the inmost parts.

“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 is a generation whose teeth are swords and whose jaws are knives, devouring the oppressed from the earth and the needy from among men.

Give strong drink to one who is perishing, and wine to the bitter in soul.

Again I looked, and I considered all the oppression taking place under the sun. I saw the tears of the oppressed, and they had no comforter; the power lay in the hands of their oppressors, and there was no comforter.

But better than both is he who has not yet existed, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.

Moreover, all his days he eats in darkness, with much sorrow, sickness, and anger.

There is another evil I have seen under the sun, and it weighs heavily upon mankind:

For a stillborn child enters in futility and departs in darkness, and his name is shrouded in obscurity.

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and festering sores neither cleansed nor bandaged nor soothed with oil.

And the Daughter of Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city besieged.

So mankind is brought low, and man is humbled—do not forgive them!

the Lord will bring sores on the heads of the daughters of Zion, and the LORD will make their foreheads bare.”

Instead of fragrance there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothing, sackcloth; instead of beauty, shame.

They will roam the land, dejected and hungry. When they are famished, they will become enraged; and looking upward, they will curse their king and their God.

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.

Therefore the Lord takes no pleasure in their young men; He has no compassion on their fatherless and widows. For every one of them is godless and wicked, and every mouth speaks folly. Despite all this, His anger is not turned away; His hand is still upraised.

By the wrath of the LORD of Hosts the land is scorched, and the people are fuel for the fire. No man even spares his brother.

Nothing will remain but to crouch among the captives or fall among the slain. Despite all this, His anger is not turned away; His hand is still upraised.

Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger; the staff in their hands is My wrath.