Quotes About Loss

or wealth lost in a failed venture, so when that man has a son there is nothing to pass on.

For a stillborn child enters in futility and departs in darkness, and his name is shrouded in obscurity.

when the doors to the street are shut and the sound of the mill fades away, when one rises at the sound of a bird and all the daughters of song grow faint,

Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

And the Daughter of Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city besieged.

The strong man will become tinder and his work will be a spark; both will burn together, with no one to quench the flames.

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.

Your men will fall by the sword, and your warriors in battle.

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

Now I will tell you what I am about to do to My vineyard: I will take away its hedge, and it will be consumed; I will tear down its wall, and it will be trampled.

I heard the LORD of Hosts declare: “Surely many houses will become desolate, great mansions left unoccupied.

Lambs will graze as in their own pastures, and strangers will feed in the ruins of the wealthy.

And on that day, in every place that had a thousand vines worth a thousand shekels of silver, only briers and thorns will be found.

What will you do on the day of reckoning when devastation comes from afar? To whom will you flee for help? Where will you leave your wealth?

The remaining trees of its forests will be so few that a child could count them.

Their infants will be dashed to pieces before their eyes, their houses will be looted, and their wives will be ravished.

Their bows will dash young men to pieces; they will have no mercy on the fruit of the womb; they will not look with pity on the children.

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.

This is the burden against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a night!

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.

My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.

So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.