Bible Verses About Despondency: General references

And the sons of Israel speak unto Moses, saying, `Lo, we have expired; we have perished; we have all of us perished;

any who is at all drawing near unto the tabernacle of Jehovah dieth; have we not been consumed--to expire?'

`And among those nations thou dost not rest, yea, there is no resting-place for the sole of thy foot, and Jehovah hath given to thee there a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and grief of soul;

and thy life hath been hanging in suspense before thee, and thou hast been afraid by night and by day, and dost not believe in thy life;

in the morning thou sayest, O that it were evening! and in the evening thou sayest, O that it were morning! from the fear of thy heart, with which thou art afraid, and from the sight of thine eyes which thou seest.

After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.

And Job answereth and saith: --

Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'

That day--let it be darkness, Let not God require it from above, Nor let light shine upon it.

Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

That night--let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

Lo! that night--let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.

Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.

Because it hath not shut the doors Of the womb that was mine! And hide misery from mine eyes.

Why from the womb do I not die? From the belly I have come forth and gasp!

Wherefore have knees been before me? And what are breasts, that I suck?

For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept--then there is rest to me,

With kings and counsellors of earth, These building wastes for themselves.

Or with princes--they have gold, They are filling their houses with silver.

(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants--they have not seen light.)

There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,

Small and great are there the same. And a servant is free from his lord.

Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?