Quotes About Crying

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

Beside the gates to the city, at the entrances she cries out:

In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.

So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.

For the Lord GOD of Hosts has set a day of tumult and trampling and confusion in the Valley of Vision—of breaking down the walls and crying to the mountains.

In the streets they cry out for wine. All joy turns to gloom; rejoicing is exiled from the land.

As a woman with child about to give birth writhes and cries out in pain, so were we in Your presence, O LORD.

I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”

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

I will rejoice in Jerusalem and take delight in My people. The sounds of weeping and crying will no longer be heard in her.

A voice is heard on the barren heights, the children of Israel weeping and begging for mercy, because they have perverted their ways and forgotten the LORD their God.

Therefore this is what the LORD says: ëI am about to bring upon them a disaster that they cannot escape. They will cry out to Me, but I will not listen to them.

Then the cities of Judah and the residents of Jerusalem will go and cry out to the gods to which they have been burning incense, but these gods certainly will not save them in their time of disaster.

I have surely heard Ephraimís moaning: ëYou disciplined me severely, like an untrained calf. Restore me, that I may return, for You are the LORD my God.

Moab will be shattered; her little ones will cry out.

For on the ascent to Luhith they weep bitterly as they go, and on the descent to Horonaim cries of distress resound over the destruction:

Moab is put to shame, for it has been shattered. Wail and cry out! Declare by the Arnon that Moab is destroyed.

Therefore I will wail for Moab; I will cry out for all of Moab; I will moan for the men of Kir-heres.

Wail, O Heshbon, for Ai has been destroyed; cry out, O daughters of Rabbah! Put on sackcloth and mourn; run back and forth within your walls, for Milcom will go into exile together with his priests and officials.

They cry out to their mothers: “Where is the grain and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their lives fade away in the arms of their mothers.

The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. O wall of the Daughter of Zion, let your tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief, and your eyes no rest.

Arise, cry out in the night from the first watch of the night. Pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to Him for the lives of your children who are fainting from hunger on the corner of every street.

Even when I cry out and plead for help, He shuts out my prayer.

They will raise their voices for you and cry out bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads and roll in ashes.