Bible Verses About Persecution

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Answer me, O Jehovah, for good is Thy kindness, According to the abundance Of Thy mercies turn Thou unto me,

And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress--haste, answer me.

Be near unto my soul--redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.

Thou--Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee are all mine adversaries.

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'

And I--I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.

All Thy commands are faithfulness, With falsehood they have pursued me, Help Thou me.

Shin. Princes have pursued me without cause, And because of Thy words was my heart afraid.

For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

Thus said Jehovah, Redeemer of Israel, His Holy One, To the despised in soul, To the abominated of a nation, To the servant of rulers: `Kings see, and have risen, princes, and worship, For the sake of Jehovah, who is faithful, The Holy of Israel, and He chooseth thee.'

My back I have given to those smiting, And my cheeks to those plucking out, My face I hid not from shame and spitting.

As astonished at thee have been many, (So marred by man his appearance, And his form by sons of men.)

Yea, he cometh up as a tender plant before Him, And as a root out of a dry land, He hath no form, nor honour, when we observe him, Nor appearance, when we desire him.

He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely our sicknesses he hath borne, And our pains--he hath carried them, And we--we have esteemed him plagued, Smitten of God, and afflicted.

And he is pierced for our transgressions, Bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace is on him, And by his bruise there is healing to us.

It hath been exacted, and he hath answered, And he openeth not his mouth, As a lamb to the slaughter he is brought, And as a sheep before its shearers is dumb, And he openeth not his mouth.

By restraint and by judgment he hath been taken, And of his generation who doth meditate, That he hath been cut off from the land of the living? By the transgression of My people he is plagued,

And it appointeth with the wicked his grave, And with the rich are his high places, Because he hath done no violence, Nor is deceit in his mouth.

And Jehovah hath delighted to bruise him, He hath made him sick, If his soul doth make an offering for guilt, He seeth seed--he prolongeth days, And the pleasure of Jehovah in his hand doth prosper.

Thou, Thou hast known, O Jehovah, Remember me, and inspect me, And take vengeance for me of my pursuers, In Thy long-suffering take me not away, Know--I have borne for Thee reproach.