Quotes About Suffering

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich in the wilderness.

The nursing infantís tongue clings in thirst to the roof of his mouth. Little children beg for bread, but no one gives them any.

Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets; those brought up in crimson huddle in ash heaps.

The punishment of the daughter of my people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant without a hand turned to help her.

But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick.

Those slain by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger, who waste away, pierced with pain because the fields lack produce.

The hands of compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

The LORD has exhausted His wrath; He has poured out His fierce anger; He has kindled a fire in Zion, and it has consumed her foundations.

They wandered blind in the streets, defiled by this blood, so that no one dared to touch their garments.

“Go away! Unclean!” men shouted at them. “Away, away! Do not touch us!” So they fled and wandered. Among the nations it was said, “They can stay here no longer.”

Remember, O LORD, what has happened to us. Look and see our disgrace!

We are closely pursued; we are weary and find no rest.

We submitted to Egypt and Assyria to get enough bread.

Our fathers sinned and are no more, but we bear their punishment.

Our skin is as hot as an oven with fever from our hunger.

Women have been ravished in Zion, virgins in the cities of Judah.

Princes have been hung up by their hands; elders receive no respect.

The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!

Why have You forgotten us forever? Why have You forsaken us for so long?

unless You have utterly rejected us and remain angry with us beyond measure.

On the fifth day of the month—it was the fifth year of the exile of King Jehoiachin—

which He unrolled before me. And written on the front and back of it were words of lamentation, mourning, and woe.

I came to the exiles at Tel-abib who dwelt by the River Kebar. And for seven days I sat where they sat and remained there among them, overwhelmed.

And you, son of man, they will tie with ropes, and you will be bound so that you cannot go out among the people.