Bible Verses About Despondency

Then the Israelites declared to Moses, “Look, we are perishing! We are lost; we are all lost!

Anyone who comes near the tabernacle of the LORD will die. Are we all going to perish?”

Among those nations you will find no repose, not even a resting place for the sole of your foot. There the LORD will give you a trembling heart, failing eyes, and a despairing soul.

So your life will hang in doubt before you, and you will be afraid night and day, never certain of survival.

In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and in the evening you will say, ‘If only it were morning!’—because of the dread in your hearts of the terrifying sights you will see.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

And this is what he said:

“May the day of my birth perish, and the night it was said, ‘A boy is conceived.’

If only that day had turned to darkness! May God above disregard it; may no light shine upon it.

May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it; may the blackness of the day overwhelm it.

If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.

Behold, may that night be barren; may no joyful voice come into it.

May it be cursed by those who curse the day— those prepared to rouse Leviathan.

May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.

For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.

Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me, and breasts that I should be nursed?

For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest

with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,

or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.

Or why was I not hidden like a stillborn child, like an infant who never sees daylight?

There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.

The captives enjoy their ease; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.

Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,