Quotes About Struggle

Wrath is cruel and anger is like a flood, but who can withstand jealousy?

restraining her is like holding back the wind or grasping oil with oneís right hand.

These are the words of Agur son of Jakeh—the burden that this man declared to Ithiel: “I am weary, O God, and worn out.

Under three things the earth trembles, under four it cannot bear up:

So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

Again, I saw futility under the sun.

For the youth has come from the prison to the kingship, though he was born poor in his own kingdom.

There is another evil I have seen under the sun, and it weighs heavily upon mankind:

All a manís labor is for his mouth, yet his appetite is never satisfied.

For there is a right time and procedure to every purpose, though a manís misery weighs heavily upon him.

There is hope, however, for anyone who is among the living; for even a live dog is better than a dead lion.

Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My motherís sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.

I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.

Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted.

The people will oppress one another, man against man, neighbor against neighbor; the young will rise up against the old, and the base against the honorable.

A man will seize his brother within his fatherís house: “You have a cloak—you be our leader! Take charge of this heap of rubble.”

Men will go there with bow and arrow, for the land will be covered with briers and thorns.

Manasseh devours Ephraim, and Ephraim Manasseh; together they turn against Judah. Despite all this, His anger is not turned away; His hand is still upraised.

Madmenah flees; the people of Gebim take refuge.

It struck the peoples in anger with unceasing blows; it subdued the nations in rage with relentless persecution.

The workers in flax will be dismayed, and the weavers of fine linen will turn pale.

The workers in cloth will be dejected, and all the hired workers will be sick at heart.

Therefore my body is filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am bewildered to hear, I am dismayed to see.

Feet trample it down—the feet of the oppressed, the steps of the poor.