Quotes About Suffering

These two things will overtake you in a moment, in a single day: loss of children, and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of your many sorceries and the potency of your spells.

I offered My back to those who struck Me, and My cheeks to those who tore out My beard. I did not hide My face from scorn and spittle.

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

Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street, like an antelope in a net. They are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ëLie down, so we can walk over you,í so that you made your back like the ground, like a street to be traversed.”

And now what have I here? declares the LORD. For My people have been taken without cause; those who rule them taunt, declares the LORD, and My name is blasphemed continually all day long.

Just as many were appalled at Him—His appearance was disfigured beyond that of any man, and His form was marred beyond human likeness—

He grew up before Him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no stately form or majesty to attract us, no beauty that we should desire Him.

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.

He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so He did not open His mouth.

By oppression and judgment He was taken away, and who can recount His descendants? For He was cut off from the land of the living; He was stricken for the transgression of My people.

Yet it was the LORDís will to crush Him and to cause Him to suffer; and when His soul is made a guilt offering, He will see His offspring, He will prolong His days, and the good pleasure of the LORD will prosper in His hand.

After the anguish of His soul, He will see the light of life and be satisfied. By His knowledge My righteous Servant will justify many, and He will bear their iniquities.

We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

Why are Your clothes red, and Your garments like one who treads the winepress?

For a short while Your people possessed Your holy place, but our enemies have trampled Your sanctuary.

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

For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child—the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands to say, “Woe is me, for my soul faints before the murderers!”

Though she is beautiful and delicate, I will destroy the Daughter of Zion.

But I am full of the LORDís wrath; I am tired of holding it back. “Pour it out on the children in the street, and on the young men gathered together. For both husband and wife will be captured, the old and the very old alike.

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

They dress the wound of the daughter of My people with very little care, saying, ëPeace, peace,í when there is no peace at all.

We hoped for peace, but no good has come, for a time of healing, but there was only terror.