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Psalms 102:1
Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.
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Psalms 42:11
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
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Psalms 142:2-3
I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
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Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
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Psalms 77:3-9
I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:“ Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?” Selah.
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2 Kings 6 26-2 Kings 6 27
As the king of Israel was passing by on the wall, a woman cried to him, saying,“ Help, my lord, O king!”He said,“ If Yahweh doesn’t help you, where could I get help for you? From of the threshing floor, or from the wine press?”
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Psalms 22:1-3
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
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1 Samuel 1 16
Don’t consider your servant a wicked woman; for I have been speaking out of the abundance of my complaint and my provocation.”
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Job 10:1-2
“ My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.I will tell God,‘ Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
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Job 7:11-21
“ Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?When I say,‘ My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint;’then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”
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Exodus 6:9
Moses spoke so to the children of Israel, but they didn’t listen to Moses for anguish of spirit, and for cruel bondage.
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Matthew 26:38
Then he said to them,“ My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here, and watch with me.”