Quotes About Struggle

His anger burns against me, and He counts me among His enemies.

His troops advance together; they construct a ramp against me and encamp around my tent.

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

Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.

Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?

though he cannot bear to let it go and keeps it in his mouth,

yet in his stomach his food sours into the venom of cobras within him.

In the midst of his plenty, he will be distressed; the full force of misery will come upon him.

Though he flees from an iron weapon, a bronze-tipped arrow will pierce him.

Is my complaint against a man? Then why should I not be impatient?

Yet another man dies in the bitterness of his soul, having never tasted prosperity.

it is so dark you cannot see, and a flood of water covers you.

ëSurely our foes are destroyed, and fire has consumed their excess.í

“Even today my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

Yet I am not silenced by the darkness, by the thick darkness that covers my face.

Indeed, like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor go to work foraging for food; the wasteland is food for their children.

Drenched by mountain rains, they huddle against the rocks for want of shelter.

Without clothing, they wander about naked. They carry the sheaves, but still go hungry.

They crush olives within their walls; they tread the winepresses, but go thirsty.

For to them, deep darkness is their morning; surely they are friends with the terrors of darkness!

Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; and his offspring will never have enough food.

It hurls itself against him without mercy as he flees headlong from its power.

Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.

They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.