Bible Verses About Despair

When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the Lord hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun.

From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.

Behold, O Lord; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.

For we would not, brethren, have you ignorant of our trouble which came to us in Asia, that we were pressed out of measure, above strength, insomuch that we despaired even of life:

But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

These two things are come unto thee; who shall be sorry for thee? desolation, and destruction, and the famine, and the sword: by whom shall I comfort thee?

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.

For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.

For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.