48 Bible Verses about Self Pity

and the sons of Israel said unto them - Oh that we had died by the hand of Yahweh, in the land of Egypt, when we remained by the pot of flesh, when we did eat bread to the full, - for ye have brought us forth into this desert, to cause all this multitude to die by famine.

Now when, Pharaoh, had drawn near, the sons of Israel lifted up their eyes, and lo! the Egyptians, moving along after them and they feared greatly, and the sons of Israel made outcry unto Yahweh. Then said they unto Moses, Was it because there were no graves in Egypt, that thou didst fetch us to die in the desert? What is this thou hast done to us, bringing us forth out of Egypt? Is not this the word which we spake unto thee in Egypt, saying, Let us alone, that we may serve the Egyptians, - for it is better for us, to serve the Egyptians, than to die in the desert?

So the people thirsted, there for water, and the people murmured against Moses, - and said - Wherefore is it that thou hast brought us up out of Egypt, to kill me and my sons and my cattle, with thirst?

Moreover the mixed multitude that was in their midst concealed not their lusting, - and so even the sons of Israel, fell away and wept, and said: Who will grant us to eat flesh? We remember the fish that we did eat in Egypt, without money, - the cucumbers, and the water-melons, and the leeks and the onions, and the garlick. But, now, our soul is dried up, there is nothing at all, - unless, unto the manna, we turn our eyes.

Then did all the assembly lift up, and give forth their voice, - and the people wept throughout that night. And all the sons of Israel, murmured against Moses and against Aaron, - and all the assembly said unto them - Oh that we had died in the land of Egypt, Or in this wilderness, oh that we had died! Wherefore then is Yahweh bringing us into this land, to fall by the sword? Our wives and little ones, will become a prey! Would it not be well for us to go back towards Egypt?read more.
And they said, one to another, - Let us appoint a head and let us go back towards Egypt.

Nevertheless ye were not willing to go up, - but rebelled against the bidding of Yahweh, your God; and murmured in your tents and said, Because Yahweh hated us, hath he brought us forth out of the land of Egypt, - to deliver us into the hand of the Amorites, to destroy us. Whither, are, we, to go up? Our own brethren, have made our heart melt saying - A people greater and taller than we, cities large and walled-up into the heavens, - yea, moreover sons of Anakim, have we seen there.

Neither be ye murmuring, even, as some of them, murmured, and perished by the destroyer. But, these things, by way of type, were happening unto them, and were written with a view to our admonition, unto whom, the ends of the ages, have reached along.

Then responded Job, and said: - Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin - into the balances, they would lift up all at once! For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.read more.
For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me. Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder? Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg? My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food. Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant! That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off! So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, - That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One. What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire? Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze? Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

My soul doth loathe my life, - I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.

After this, opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. So then Job began, and said: Perish, the day wherein I was born, and the night it was said, Lo! a manchild!read more.
That day, be it darkness, - Let not God enquire after it from above, May there shine upon it no clear beam: Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror: That night, darkness take it, - May it not rejoice among the days of the year, Into the number of months, let it not enter. Lo! that night, be it barren, Let no joyous shouting enter therein: Let day-cursers denounce it, Those skilled in rousing the dragon of the sky: Darkened be the stars of its twilight, - Let it wait for light, and there be none, neither let it see the eyelashes of the dawn: Because it closed not the doors of the womb wherein I was, and so hid trouble from mine eyes. Wherefore, in the womb, did I not die? From the womb, come forth and cease to breathe? For what reason, were there prepared for me - knees? and why - breasts, that I might suck? Surely, at once, had I lain down, and been quiet, I had fallen asleep, then, had I been at rest: With kings, and counselors of the earth, who had built them pyramids: Or with rulers possessing, gold, - Who had filled their houses with silver: Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light: There, the lawless, cease from raging, and there the toil-worn are at rest: At once are prisoners at peace, they hear not the voice of a driver: Small and great, there, they are, and, the slave, is free from his master. Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul? - Who long for death, and it is not, And have digged for it, beyond hid treasures: Who rejoice unto exultation, Are glad, when they can find the grave: To a man, whose way is concealed, And GOD hath straitly enclosed him? For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans: For, a dread, I dreaded, and it hath come upon me, and, that from which I shrank, hath overtaken me. I was not careless, nor was I secure, nor had I settled down, - when there came - consternation!

Of a truth, ye, are the people, and, with you, wisdom, will die. I also, have a mind like you, I, fall not short, of you, But who hath not such things as these? A laughing-stock to one's neighbour, do I become, one who hath called upon GOD and he hath answered him! A laughing-stock - a righteous man without blame!read more.
For ruin, there is contempt, in the thought of the man at ease, - ready, for such as are of faltering foot! At peace are the tents that belong to the spoilers, and there is security to them who provoke GOD, To him who bringeth a god in his hand.

Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, - And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved? But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family; And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.read more.
His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me. They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks. GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong. At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark: His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall: He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man. Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled - in the dust - my horn: My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: - Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.

But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword; They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle! Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle - in my presence, cast they off;read more.
On my right hand, the young brood rose up, - My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction; They brake up my path, - My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided; As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along. There are turned upon me terrors, - Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity. Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction: Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, - and, my sinews, find no rest; Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, - Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about: He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me; Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me; Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint; For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living. Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity - for that very reason, is there an outcry for help. Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy. Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness; I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me - days of affliction; In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose - in the convocation, I cried out for help; A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech: My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat: Thus is attuned to mourning - my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

When Esau heard the words of his father, then cried he out with an outcry loud and bitter exceedingly, - and said to his father, Bless even me also, O my father!

Now, David, was going up by the ascent of Olivet, weeping as he went up, with his head covered, himself, passing on barefoot, - and all the people who were with him, covered every man his head, and went up, weeping as they went.

Then he turned his face unto the wall, - and prayed unto Yahweh, saying: I beseech thee, O Yahweh, remember, I pray thee, how I have walked before thee, in truth, and with a whole heart, and, that which is good in thine eyes, have I done! And Hezekiah wept aloud.

Then Hezekiah turned his face unto the wall, - and prayed unto Yahweh; and said, - I beseech thee, O Yahweh, remember, I pray thee, how I have walked before thee in faithfulness and with an undivided heart, and, that which is good in thine eyes, have I done. And Hezekiah wept aloud.

Wherefore, O Yahweh, shouldst thou stand afar off? Wherefore hide thyself, in times of destitution?

For I was envious of the boasters, At the prosperity of the lawless, used I to look.

Wherefore, O God, hast thou cast off utterly? Shall thine anger smoke against the flock of thine own pasturing?

And Moses said unto Yahweh - Wherefore hast thou let thy servant come to grief, and wherefore have I not found favour in thine eyes, - that thou shouldest lay the burden of all this people upon me. Did, I, conceive all this people, or, I, beget them, - that thou shouldest say unto me, Carry them in thy bosom, as a nursing father carrieth a suckling, unto the soil which thou didst swear unto their fathers? Whence should, I, have flesh to give to all this people, - for they keep weeping by me saying, Oh give us flesh that we may eat!read more.
Unable, am, I, by myself, to carry all this people, - for they are too heavy for me. But if, in this way, thou art going to deal with me, slay me, I beseech thee, slay, if I have found favour in thine eyes, - and let me not see my grief,

And Moses returned unto Yahweh and said, - O My Lord wherefore hast thou caused harm to this people? Wherefore now didst thou send me? seeing that from what time I came in unto Pharaoh to speak in thy name, he hath done harm to this people, and thou hast not delivered, thy people,

And Moses made outcry unto Yahweh saying, What am I to do, with this people? Yet a little, and they will stone me.

But, he himself, went into the wilderness a day's journey, and came and sat down under a certain shrub, - and asked for his life, that he might die, and said - Enough, now, O Yahweh! take away my life, for, no better, am, I, than, my fathers.

And he said - Very jealous, have I been, for Yahweh, God of hosts, because the sons of Israel have forsaken thy covenant, thine altars, have they thrown down, thy prophets, also have they slain with the sword, - and, I alone, am left, and they have sought my life, to take it.

Woe to me! my mother, That thou didst bear me, A man of litigation and a man of contention to all the land, - I have not lent on interest Nor have they lent on interest to me, Every one, hath treated me with contempt.

Wherefore hath my pain become perpetual? And my wound, incurable? Refuseth to be healed? Wilt thou, indeed be, to me As a brook that disappointeth, Waters that cannot be trusted?

Thou didst persuade me, O Yahweh and I was persuaded, Thou didst lay firm hold on me and didst prevail, - I am become a mockery, all the day, Every one, is laughing at me. For, as often as I speak, I make outcry, Violence and wasting, I proclaim, - Yea the word of Yahweh hath become to me a reproach and derision lull the day Therefore I say - I will not mention him Neither will I speak any more in his name, But then it becometh in my heart as a fire that burneth, Shut up in my bones, - And I am weary of restraint and cannot refrain.read more.
Because I have heard the whispering of many - "A terror round about!" Tell ye say they , that we may tell of him, All the men I am wont to salute do watch for my halting, - Peradventure he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail over him, and take our vengeance upon him.

Thou didst say, Surely woe to me! For Yahweh hath added sorrow unto my pain, - I am weary with my moaning, And rest, have I not found!

And it was vexing unto Jonah, with a great vexation, - and it angered him. So he prayed unto Yahweh, and said - Ah now! Yahweh! Was not, this, my word, while I was yet upon mine own soil? For this cause, did I hasten to flee unto Tarshish, - because I knew that, thou, art a GOD of favour and compassion, slow to anger, and abundant in lovingkindness, and art grieved over calamity. Now, therefore, O Yahweh, take, I pray thee, my life from me, - for it were better for me, to die, than, to live.read more.
Then said Yahweh, Art thou rightly angry? But Jonah, went forth, out of the city, and abode on the east side of the city; and made for himself there, a hut, and sat under it, in the shade, until he should see what would become of the city.

By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept - when we remembered Zion: Upon the willows - in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres: For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers - gladness, - Sing us of the songs of Zion!read more.
How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget: Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness. Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, - how they continued to say - Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it. O ruined daughter of Babylon, - how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us! How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

I, am the man, that hath seen affliction, by the rod of his indignation; Me, hath he driven out and brought into darkness, and not light; Surely, against me, doth he again and again, turn his hand all the day.read more.
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin, hath broken my bones; He hath built up against me, and carried round me, fortifications and a trench; In dark places, hath he made me sit, like the dead of age-past times. He hath walled up around me, that I cannot get out, hath weighted my fetter; Yea, when I make outcry and implore, he hath shut out my prayer; He hath walled in my ways with hewn stone, my paths, hath he caused to wind back. A bear lying in wait, he is to me, a lion, in secret places; My ways, hath he turned aside, and hath torn me in pieces, hath made me desolate; He hath trodden his bow, and set me up, as a mark for the arrow. He hath caused to enter my reins, the sons of his quiver; I have become a derision to all my people, their song all the day; He hath sated me with bitter things, hath drenched me with wormwood. And he hath crushed, with gravel-stones, my teeth, hath made me cower in ashes; And thou hast thrust away from welfare, my soul, I have forgotten prosperity; And I said, Vanished is mine endurance, even mine expectation, from Yahweh.

And they shall weep and wail over her - shall the kings of the earth who, with her, committed lewdness and waxed wanton, - as soon as they see the smoke of her burning, - afar off, standing, because of their fear of her torment, saying - Alas! alas! the great city! Babylon, the mighty city! That, in one hour, hath come thy judgment. And, the merchants of the earth, weep and grieve over her, because, their cargo, no one, buyeth any more:read more.
cargo of gold, and silver, and precious stone, and pearls, and fine linen, and purple, and silk, and scarlet, and all thyine wood, and every article of ivory, and every article of wood most precious, and of copper, and of iron, and of marble, and cinnamon, and spice, and incense, and unguent, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and cattle, and sheep, and cargo of horses, and of chariots, and of bodies, and lives of men. And, the fruit of the coveting of thy soul, hath departed from thee, and, all things rich and bright, have perished from thee; and, no more, in anywise, for them, shall they seek. The merchants of these things, who were enriched by her, afar off, shall stand, because of their fear of her torment, weeping, and grieving, as they say - Alas! alas! the great city! She that was arrayed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and decked with gold, and precious stone, and pearl, - That, in one hour, hath been laid waste, such great wealth as this! And, every pilot, and every passenger, and mariners, and as many as, by the sea, carry on traffic, afar off did stand, and they cried out, seeing the smoke of her burning, saying - What city is like unto the great city? And they cast dust upon their heads, and cried out, weeping and grieving, saying - Alas! alas! the great city! Whereby were made rich all that had ships in the sea, by reason of her costliness, - that, in one hour, she hath been laid waste!

Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me!

and, many times, hath it cast him, both into fire, and into waters, that it might destroy him; but, if anything be possible to thee, help us, have compassion upon us.

and, they, lifted up a voice, saying - Jesus! Master! have mercy on us!

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me, Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence, and my God.

When I reasoned, that I might understand this, A vexation, it was in mine eyes: Until I could enter the holy places of God, - Could give heed to their hereafter: -

Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me; But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head. With my voice - unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. Selah.

How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou wholly forget me? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I lay up cares within my soul, sorrow in my heart, day by day? How long shall mine enemy lift himself up over me? Have regard! answer me O Yahweh my God, - Light up mine eyes, lest I sleep on into death:read more.
Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed over him! and, mine adversaries, exult, that I totter. But, I, in thy lovingkindness, have put my trust, My heart shall exult in thy salvation: I will sing to Yahweh, for he hath dealt beautifully with me.

Burn not with vexation because of evil-doers, Be not envious of the workers of perversity; For, like grass, soon shall they wither, and, like green herbage, shall they fade. Trust in Yahweh, and do good, Dwell in the land, and feed on fidelity;read more.
Yea, rest thy delight on Yahweh, that he may give thee the requests of thy heart. Roll on Yahweh thy way, Trust also in him, and, he, will effectually work: So will he bring forth, as the light, thy righteousness, and thy vindication as the noonday. Be resigned to Yahweh, yea wait with longing for him; Burn not with vexation at him who prospereth in his way, - at the man who doeth wickedness.

Nevertheless, I, am continually before thee, Thou hast taken hold of my right hand; By thy counsel, wilt thou guide me, And, afterwards, unto glory, wilt thou take me. Whom have I in the heavens? And, compared with thee, there is nothing I desire on earth.read more.
Failed have my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart - and my portion, is God unto times age-abiding. For lo! they who are far from thee, shall perish, Thou hast put an end to every one who wandered unchastely from thee. But, as for me, the drawing near of God, is my blessedness, - I have made, of My Lord Yahweh, my refuge, - That I may recount all thy works.

Our fathers, in Egypt, understood not thy wonders, They remembered not the abounding of thy lovingkindnesses, but rebelled by the sea - at the Red Sea.

Remember my humiliation and my fleeings, the wormwood and poison; Thou wilt, indeed remember, that, bowed down concerning myself, is my soul; This, will I bring back to my heart, therefore, will I hope.read more.
The lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, verily they are not exhausted, Verily! not at an end, are his compassions: New things for the mornings! Abundant is thy faithfulness: My portion, is Yahweh, saith my soul, For this cause, will I wait for him. Good is Yahweh, to them who wait for him, to the soul that will seek him; Good it is - both to wait and to be silent, for the deliverance of Yahweh;

Because, even as the sufferings of the Christ overflow unto us, so, through the Christ, overfloweth, our encouragement also.

Giving, no single, occasion of stumbling, in anything, that the ministry be not blamed; But, in everything, commending ourselves as God's ministers, - in much endurance, in tribulations, in necessities, in straits, in stripes, in imprisonments, in tumults, in toilings, in watchings, in fastings,read more.
in sanctity, in knowledge, in long-suffering, in graciousness, in Holy Spirit, in love unfeigned, in discourse of truth, in power of God; through the weapons of righteousness on the right hand and left, through glory and dishonour, through bad report and good report; as deceivers, and yet true, as unknown, and yet well-known, as dying, and lo! we live, as disciplined, and yet not put to death, as grieving, yet, ever, rejoicing, as destitute, yet making, many, rich, as holding, nothing, and yet firmly holding, all things.

All Joy, account it, my brethren, whensoever ye fall in with, manifold, temptations, - Taking note, that, the proving of your faith, worketh out endurance;

But, in so far as ye are taking fellowship in the Christ's sufferings, rejoice! in order that, in the revealing of his glory also, ye may rejoice with exultation: