Quotes About Pain

He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.

My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;

My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.

It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.

“How long will you torment me and crush me with your words?

All my best friends despise me, and those I love have turned against me.

My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

It is drawn out of his back, the gleaming point from his liver. Terrors come over him.

When I remember, terror takes hold, and my body trembles in horror.

So how can you comfort me with empty words? For your answers remain full of falsehood.”

They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.

And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me.

Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.

I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.

My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.

then may my arm fall from my shoulder and be torn from its socket.

A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.

I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.

How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.