Bible Verses About Hurt

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

Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up.

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.

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

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

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

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

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

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.

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

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

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

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

He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

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.

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.

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

Hast thou utterly rejected Judah? hath thy soul lothed Zion? why hast thou smitten us, and there is no healing for us? we looked for peace, and there is no good; and for the time of healing, and behold trouble!

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.

Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.

For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

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.

Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

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

My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

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

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

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.

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

Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

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

Thou hast sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

The Lord hath chastened me sore: but he hath not given me over unto death.

For even Christ pleased not himself; but, as it is written, The reproaches of them that reproached thee fell on me.

Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.

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