Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Distress » Trouble, borrowing » Pain
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;
and he shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more: the first things are passed away.
Verse Concepts
Midlife CrisisAnxietyDeath, DefeatedDeath, Of BelieversBattlesComfortingCryingFreedom, Through Jesus ChristAdultsevil, victory overeternal life, nature ofenemies, of believersFear Turned To AssuranceDecayHealingWhat Heaven Will Be LikeNew Heavens And New EarthRegretRest, EternalSecuritySorrowSuffering, Of The InnocentTearsCoping With DeathPromises To Stand onPromises To The AfflictedBrokenhearted
The New CreationThings Passing AwayOvercoming DeathPhysical PainClean FacesHeartbreakGod Will ComfortNot MourningPleasurablenessDeathBenefits Of HeavenMothers DeathHealing CancerAssisted SuicideAbsence Of RegretDeath ofnatural DeathHeavenNo DeathSicknessSufferingDeath Of Loved OneIllnessLoss Of A Loved OneLosing SomeonegrievingAbolishing Death
Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
And the fifth poured out his bowl upon the throne of the beast; and his kingdom was darkened; and they gnawed their tongues for pain,
For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Distress » Sorrow » Common to all men
Thou, who hast showed us many and sore troubles, Wilt quicken us again, And wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth.
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
For all his days are but'sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.
The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!
Trouble » Common to all men
Thou, who hast showed us many and sore troubles, Wilt quicken us again, And wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth.
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
For all his days are but'sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.
The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!