Bible Verses About Afflictions and Adversities

In famine he will redeem thee from death; And in war from the power of the sword.

Thou shalt be hid from the scourge of the tongue; Neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

At destruction and dearth thou shalt laugh; Neither shalt thou be afraid of the beasts of the earth.

For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field; And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace; And thou shalt visit thy fold, and shalt miss nothing.

Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great, And thine offspring as the grass of the earth.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

Lo this, we have searched it, so it is; Hear it, and know thou it for thy good.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Behold, he seizeth the prey, who can hinder him? Who will say unto him, What doest thou?

If I had called, and he had answered me, Yet would I not believe that he hearkened unto my voice.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

Ifwe speakof strength, lo, he ismighty! And if of justice, Who, saith he, will summon me?

Though I be righteous, mine own mouth shall condemn me: Though I be perfect, it shall prove me perverse.

I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

It is all one; therefore I say, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

If the scourge slay suddenly, He will mock at the trial of the innocent.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; He covereth the faces of the judges thereof: Ifit benothe, who then is it?

Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good.

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer;

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?

If I wash myself with snow water, And make my hands never so clean;