Bible Verses About Weariness

But ye, brethren, be not weary in well doing.

And he said, Hear ye now, O house of David; Is it a small thing for you to weary men, but will ye weary my God also?

For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.

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

Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

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

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

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun?

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

To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear.

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.

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

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

For he that is entered into his rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from his.

Saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: thou hast found the life of thine hand; therefore thou wast not grieved.

My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.

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

For if Jesus had given them rest, then would he not afterward have spoken of another day.

Then I said, I have laboured in vain, I have spent my strength for nought, and in vain: yet surely my judgment is with the Lord, and my work with my God.

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.

For they all made us afraid, saying, Their hands shall be weakened from the work, that it be not done. Now therefore, O God, strengthen my hands.

For he longed after you all, and was full of heaviness, because that ye had heard that he had been sick.

Thou wilt surely wear away, both thou, and this people that is with thee: for this thing is too heavy for thee; thou art not able to perform it thyself alone.

In weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.

And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve,

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

And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.

And when he rose up from prayer, and was come to his disciples, he found them sleeping for sorrow,

When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.

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.

Let us therefore fear, lest, a promise being left us of entering into his rest, any of you should seem to come short of it.