Bible Verses About Grief

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

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 behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

Thou feedest them with the bread of tears; and givest them tears to drink in great measure.

Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.

How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: his glory shall not descend after him.

My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,

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

How oft did they provoke him in the wilderness, and grieve him in the desert!

The fire consumed their young men; and their maidens were not given to marriage.

Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.

For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

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

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

Their priests fell by the sword; and their widows made no lamentation.

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.

Again, they are minished and brought low through oppression, affliction, and sorrow.

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.