Bible Verses About Afflictions and Adversities: Despondency in

But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.

Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear to my voice.

Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment--who doth convene me?

If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! --it declareth me perverse.

Perfect I am! --I know not my soul, I despise my life.

It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'

If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not--where, who is he?

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

I--I am become wicked; why is this? In vain I labour.

If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,

Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.

But if a man like myself--I answer him, We come together into judgment.

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.

To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' --A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

Thou hast shewed thyself weak in a day of adversity, Straitened is thy power,

What--sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?