Bible Verses About Afflictions and Adversities

Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.

For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me--as gold I go forth.

And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.

God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty--He made my soul bitter.

I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.

Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.

If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,

If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.

And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, It is the same.

And none said, `Where is God my maker? Giving songs in the night,

And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.

They trust in Thee who do know Thy name, For Thou hast not forsaken Those seeking Thee, O Jehovah.

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.

Also--when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff--they comfort me.

For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

And now, lifted up is my head, Above my enemies--my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, yea, I sing praise to Jehovah.

For--a moment is in His anger, Life is in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.

I sought Jehovah, and He answered me, And from all my fears did deliver me.

Many are the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.