Bible Verses About Afflictions and Adversities

In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.

When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.

At destruction and at hunger thou mockest, And of the beast of the earth, Thou art not afraid.

(For with sons of the field is thy covenant, And the beast of the field Hath been at peace with thee.)

And thou hast known that thy tent is peace, And inspected thy habitation, and errest not,

And hast known that numerous is Thy seed, And thine offspring as the herb of the earth;

Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a stalk in its season.

Lo, this--we searched it out--it is right, hearken; And thou, know for thyself!

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

Lo, He snatches away, who bringeth it back? Who saith unto Him, `What dost Thou?'

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,