Isaiah 59:11

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Isaiah 59:11

All of us growl like bears,
And moan sadly like doves;
We hope for justice, but there is none,
For salvation, but it is far from us.

Isaiah 38:14

“Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter;
I moan like a dove;
My eyes look wistfully to the heights;
O Lord, I am oppressed, be my security.

Ezekiel 7:16

Even when their survivors escape, they will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, each over his own iniquity.

Job 30:28-29

“I go about mourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

Psalm 32:3-4

When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away
Through my groaning all day long.

Psalm 38:8

I am benumbed and badly crushed;
I groan because of the agitation of my heart.

Psalm 85:9

Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him,
That glory may dwell in our land.

Psalm 119:155

Salvation is far from the wicked,
For they do not seek Your statutes.

Isaiah 51:20

Your sons have fainted,
They lie helpless at the head of every street,
Like an antelope in a net,
Full of the wrath of the Lord,
The rebuke of your God.

Isaiah 59:9

Therefore justice is far from us,
And righteousness does not overtake us;
We hope for light, but behold, darkness,
For brightness, but we walk in gloom.

Jeremiah 8:15

We waited for peace, but no good came;
For a time of healing, but behold, terror!

Jeremiah 9:1

Oh that my head were waters
And my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For the slain of the daughter of my people!

Hosea 7:14

And they do not cry to Me from their heart
When they wail on their beds;
For the sake of grain and new wine they assemble themselves,
They turn away from Me.

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Summary

Isaiah 59:11

We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

Roar

Mourn

Ezekiel 7:16

For salvation

Psalm 85:9

Psalm 119:155

Bible References

Roar

Your sons have fainted,
They lie helpless at the head of every street,
Like an antelope in a net,
Full of the wrath of the Lord,
The rebuke of your God.

When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away
Through my

groaning all day long.

I am benumbed and badly crushed;
I

groan because of the agitation of my heart.

And they do not cry to Me from their heart
When they wail on their beds;
For the sake of grain and new wine they

assemble themselves,

They turn away from Me.

Mourn

“Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter;
I moan like a dove;
My eyes look wistfully to the heights;
O Lord, I am oppressed, be my security.

“I go about

mourning without comfort;

I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

We waited for peace, but no good came;
For a time of healing, but behold, terror!

Oh that my head were waters

And my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For the slain of the daughter of my people!

Even when their survivors escape, they will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them

mourning, each over his own iniquity.

For salvation

Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him,
That glory may dwell in our land.

Salvation is far from the wicked,
For they do not seek Your statutes.