Bible Verses About Helplessness

And ofttimes it hath cast him into the fire, and into the waters, to destroy him: but if thou canst do any thing, have compassion on us, and help us.

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

Therefore he brought down their heart with labour; they fell down, and there was none to help.

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.

For the Lord saw the affliction of Israel, that it was very bitter: for there was not any shut up, nor any left, nor any helper for Israel.

He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord:

Again, they are minished and brought low through oppression, affliction, and sorrow.

And he said, If the Lord do not help thee, whence shall I help thee? out of the barnfloor, or out of the winepress?

And saying, Lord, my servant lieth at home sick of the palsy, grievously tormented.

And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling.

And if they be bound in fetters, and be holden in cords of affliction;

He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.

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.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

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

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.

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

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

How hast thou helped him that is without power? how savest thou the arm that hath no strength?

Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

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

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:

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

For the Egyptians shall help in vain, and to no purpose: therefore have I cried concerning this, Their strength is to sit still.

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

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

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the Lord was my stay.

They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the Lord was my stay.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

And Moses spake so unto the children of Israel: but they hearkened not unto Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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

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.

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.

Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall: but the Lord helped me.