Quotes About Despair

Instead of fragrance there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothing, sackcloth; instead of beauty, shame.

And the gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.

Many will stumble over these; they will fall and be broken; they will be ensnared and captured.”

They will roam the land, dejected and hungry. When they are famished, they will become enraged; and looking upward, they will curse their king and their God.

Then they will look to the earth and see only distress and darkness and the gloom of anguish. And they will be driven into utter darkness.

They carve out what is on the right, but they are still hungry; they eat what is on the left, but they are still not satisfied. Each one devours the flesh of his own offspring.

Nothing will remain but to crouch among the captives or fall among the slain. Despite all this, His anger is not turned away; His hand is still upraised.

Cry aloud, O Daughter of Gallim! Listen, O Laishah! O wretched Anathoth!

Therefore all hands will fall limp, and every manís heart will melt.

who turned the world into a desert and destroyed its cities, who refused to let the captives return to their homes?”

But you are cast out of your grave like a rejected branch, covered by those slain with the sword, and dumped into a rocky pit like a carcass trampled underfoot.

Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.

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

Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.

Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.

Then the fishermen will mourn, all who cast a hook into the Nile will lament, and those who spread nets on the waters will pine away.

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

There is nothing Egypt can do—head or tail, palm or reed.

And on that day the dwellers of this coastland will say, ëSee what has happened to our source of hope, those to whom we fled for help and deliverance from the king of Assyria! How then can we escape?í”

Therefore I said, “Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly! Do not try to console me over the destruction of the daughter of my people.”

Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!

The earth mourns and withers; the world languishes and fades; the exalted of the earth waste away.

The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.

The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.