The spirit of a man can endure his sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?
A joyful heart makes a cheerful countenance, but sorrow of the heart crushes the spirit.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.
But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is perfected in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all t
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in various trials
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you encounter trials of many kinds,
In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to
So instead, you ought to forgive and comfort him, so that he will not be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow.
He took with Him Peter, James, and John, and began to be deeply troubled and distressed.
then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me?
For Your arrows have pierced me deeply, and Your hand has pressed down on me.
Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
So Satan went out from the presence of the LORD and infected Job with terrible boils from the soles of his feet to the c
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against
Then Job stood up, tore his robe, and shaved his head. He fell to the ground and worshiped,
For this is our boast: Our conscience testifies that we have conducted ourselves in the world, and especially in relatio
Not only that, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
Fear and trembling grip me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
“What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfuln
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger
at the voice of the enemy, at the pressure of the wicked. For they bring down disaster upon me and resent me in their an
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me.
If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my afflict