Quotes About Loss

It will break in pieces like a potterís jar, shattered so that no fragment can be found. Not a shard will be found in the dust large enough to scoop the coals from a hearth or to skim the water from a cistern.”

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,

The land mourns and languishes; Lebanon is ashamed and decayed. Sharon is like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.

I said, “In the prime of my life I must go through the gates of Sheol and be deprived of the remainder of my years.”

I said, “I will never again see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on mankind with those who dwell in this world.

My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherdís tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.

The time will surely come when everything in your palace and all that your fathers have stored up until this day will be carried off to Babylon. Nothing will be left, says the LORD.

And some of your descendants, your own flesh and blood, will be taken away to be eunuchs in the palace of the king of Babylon.”

“Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of Chaldea! For you will no longer be called tender or delicate.

“Sit in silence and go into darkness, O Daughter of Chaldea. For you will no longer be called the queen of kingdoms.

So now hear this, O lover of luxury who sits securely, who says to herself, ëI am, and there is none besides me. I will never be a widow or know the loss of children.í

These two things will overtake you in a moment, in a single day: loss of children, and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of your many sorceries and the potency of your spells.

This is what they are to you—those with whom you have labored and traded from youth—each one strays in his own direction; not one of them can save you.

Your builders hasten back; your destroyers and wreckers depart from you.

Among all the sons she bore, there is no one to guide her; among all the sons she brought up, there is no one to take her hand.

These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?

For a short while Your people possessed Your holy place, but our enemies have trampled Your sanctuary.

Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.

Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.

The men of Memphis and Tahpanhes have shaved the crown of your head.

Moreover, you will leave that place with your hands on your head, for the LORD has rejected those you trust; you will not prosper by their help.”

From our youth, that shameful god has consumed what our fathers have worked for—their flocks and herds, their sons and daughters.

Disaster after disaster is proclaimed, for the whole land is laid waste. My tents are destroyed in an instant, my curtains in a moment.

I looked, and no man was left; all the birds of the air had fled.