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Bible Verses About Despondency
Key Bible Verses
Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
Who are glad--unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.
To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters are my roarings.
For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
I was not safe--nor was I quiet--Nor was I at rest--and trouble cometh!
If I wait--Sheol is my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
To corruption I have called: --`Thou art my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.
And where is now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
To the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
To the ages doth the Lord cast off? Doth He add to be pleased no more?
Hath His kindness ceased for ever? The saying failed to all generations?
Hath God forgotten His favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.
I am the man who hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
Me He hath led, and causeth to go in darkness, and without light.
Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
A bear lying in wait He is to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.