Bible Verses About Emotional Pain

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

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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

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.

Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.

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.

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

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.

Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.

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.

Why criest thou for thine affliction? thy sorrow is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity: because thy sins were increased, I have done these things unto thee.

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.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

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.

For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you.

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.

I Daniel was grieved in my spirit in the midst of my body, and the visions of my head troubled me.

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

My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen thou me according unto thy word.

For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.

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

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

For thus saith the Lord, Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is grievous.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he saveth them out of their distresses.

As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.

Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

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

And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts?

But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.

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.

The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.

Sigh therefore, thou son of man, with the breaking of thy loins; and with bitterness sigh before their eyes.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.

This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me.

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

In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me.