Quotes About Despair

All her people groan as they search for bread. They have traded their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. Look, O LORD, and consider, for I have become despised.

Is this nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look around and see! Is there any sorrow like mine, which was inflicted on me, which the LORD made me suffer on the day of His fierce anger?

The Lord has rejected all the mighty men in my midst; He has summoned an army against me to crush my young warriors. Like grapes in a winepress, the Lord has trampled the Virgin Daughter of Judah.

People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that You have caused it. May You bring the day You have announced, so that they may become like me.

The elders of the Daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.

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.

All your enemies open their mouths against you. They hiss and gnash their teeth, saying, “We have swallowed her up. This is the day for which we have waited. We have lived to see it!”

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.

Look, O LORD, and consider: Whom have You ever treated like this? Should women eat their offspring, the infants they have nurtured? Should priests and prophets be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?

Both young and old lie together in the dust of the streets. My young men and maidens have fallen by the sword. You have slain them in the day of Your anger; You have slaughtered them without compassion.

I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of Godís wrath.

He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness instead of light.

Indeed, He keeps turning His hand against me all day long.

He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones.

He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.

He has made me dwell in darkness like those dead for ages.

He has walled me in so I cannot escape; He has weighed me down with chains.

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

He forced me off my path and tore me to pieces; He left me without help.

He has filled me with bitterness; He has intoxicated me with wormwood.

He has ground my teeth with gravel and trampled me in the dust.

My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.

So I say, “My strength has perished, along with my hope from the LORD.”

Let him bury his face in the dust—perhaps there is still hope.