19 Bible Verses about Tiredness
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and lo, a great tempest arose in the sea, so that the boat was being covered by the waves, but he was sleeping,
and honey, and butter, and sheep, and cheese of kine, have brought nigh for David, and for the people who are with him to eat, for they said, 'Thy people is hungry, and weary, and thirsty, in the wilderness.'
I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation. For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
And having risen up from the prayer, having come unto the disciples, he found them sleeping from the sorrow,
Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.
that he hath met thee in the way, and smiteth in all those feeble behind thee (and thou wearied and fatigued), and is not fearing God.
And Gideon cometh in unto the Jordan, passing over, he and the three hundred men who are with him -- wearied, and pursuing,
And the king cometh in, and all the people who are with him, wearied, and they are refreshed there.
and there was there a well of Jacob. Jesus therefore having been weary from the journeying, was sitting thus on the well; it was as it were the sixth hour;
And Jael wife of Heber taketh the pin of the tent, and taketh the hammer in her hand, and goeth unto him gently, and striketh the pin into his temples, and it fasteneth in the earth -- and he hath been fast asleep, and is weary -- and he dieth.
And they smite on that day among the Philistines from Michmash to Aijalon, and the people are very weary,
And again have the Philistines war with Israel, and David goeth down, and his servants with him, and they fight with the Philistines; and David is weary,
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day. When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
'Thou hast said, Woe to me, now, for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain, I have been wearied with my sighing, and rest I have not found.