Quotes About Despair

You have covered Yourself in anger and pursued us; You have killed without pity.

You have covered Yourself with a cloud that no prayer can pass through.

You have made us scum and refuse among the nations.

Without cause my enemies hunted me like a bird.

They dropped me alive into a pit and cast stones upon me.

The waters flowed over my head, and I thought I was going to die.

I called on Your name, O LORD, out of the depths of the Pit.

When they sit and when they rise, see how they mock me in song.

Put a veil of anguish over their hearts; may Your curse be upon them!

Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets; those brought up in crimson huddle in ash heaps.

The punishment of the daughter of my people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant without a hand turned to help her.

But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick.

Those slain by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger, who waste away, pierced with pain because the fields lack produce.

The hands of compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

They wandered blind in the streets, defiled by this blood, so that no one dared to touch their garments.

“Go away! Unclean!” men shouted at them. “Away, away! Do not touch us!” So they fled and wandered. Among the nations it was said, “They can stay here no longer.”

All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help. We watched from our towers for a nation that could not save us.

They stalked our every step, so that we could not walk in our streets. Our end drew near, our time ran out, for our end had come!

Remember, O LORD, what has happened to us. Look and see our disgrace!

We are closely pursued; we are weary and find no rest.

Women have been ravished in Zion, virgins in the cities of Judah.

Princes have been hung up by their hands; elders receive no respect.

Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—