Աստվածաշնչի համարներ Brokenness

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

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

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.

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

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.

Mine heart within me is broken because of the prophets; all my bones shake; I am like a drunken man, and like a man whom wine hath overcome, because of the Lord, and because of the words of his holiness.

For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.

I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up that which was broken, and will strengthen that which was sick: but I will destroy the fat and the strong; I will feed them with judgment.

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.

A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment unto victory.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,

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

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

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.

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

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

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth.

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

And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.

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

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

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

He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.

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

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

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