Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible




Indeed, my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my strength has failed
because of my sinfulness,
and my bones waste away.



Today also my complaint is bitter.
His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

Pay attention to me and answer me.
I am restless and in turmoil with my complaint,

I think of God; I groan;
I meditate; my spirit becomes weak.Selah

I pour out my complaint before Him;
I reveal my trouble to Him.



If only You would hide me in Sheol
and conceal me until Your anger passes.
If only You would appoint a time for me
and then remember me.

If only my request would be granted and God would provide what I hope for: that He would decide to crush me, to unleash His power and cut me off! It would still bring me comfort, and I would leap for joy in unrelenting pain that I have not denied the words of the Holy One. read more.
What strength do I have that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?

Isn't mankind consigned to forced labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hired man he waits for his pay. So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.

so that I prefer strangling, death rather than life in this body. I give up! I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.



Indeed, my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my strength has failed
because of my sinfulness,
and my bones waste away.



As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind. The sun beat down so much on Jonah’s head that he almost fainted, and he wanted to die. He said, “It’s better for me to die than to live.”


So Rebekah said to Isaac, “I’m sick of my life because of these Hittite women. If Jacob marries a Hittite woman like one of them, what good is my life?”

Why is light given to one burdened with grief,
and life to those whose existence is bitter,

What strength do I have that I should continue to hope?
What is my future, that I should be patient?

Therefore, I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

Again, I observed all the acts of oppression being done under the sun. Look at the tears of those who are oppressed; they have no one to comfort them. Power is with those who oppress them; they have no one to comfort them. So I admired the dead, who have already died, more than the living, who are still alive.