'Weary' in the Bible

how he met you along the way and attacked among you all the stragglers at your rear when you were faint and weary; and he did not fear God.

Then Gideon and the 300 men who were with him came to the Jordan and crossed over, weary yet pursuing.

He said to the men of Succoth, “Please give loaves of bread to the people who are following me, for they are weary, and I am pursuing Zebah and Zalmunna, the kings of Midian.”

He came to the men of Succoth and said, “Behold Zebah and Zalmunna, concerning whom you taunted me, saying, ‘Are the hands of Zebah and Zalmunna already in your hand, that we should give bread to your men who are weary?’”

Then one of the people said, “Your father strictly put the people under oath, saying, ‘Cursed be the man who eats food today.’” And the people were weary.

They struck among the Philistines that day from Michmash to Aijalon. And the people were very weary.

The king and all the people who were with him arrived weary and he refreshed himself there.

I will come upon him while he is weary and exhausted and terrify him, so that all the people who are with him will flee. Then I will strike down the king alone,

honey, curds, sheep, and cheese of the herd, for David and for the people who were with him, to eat; for they said, “The people are hungry and weary and thirsty in the wilderness.”

Now when the Philistines were at war again with Israel, David went down and his servants with him; and as they fought against the Philistines, David became weary.

He arose and struck the Philistines until his hand was weary and clung to the sword, and the Lord brought about a great victory that day; and the people returned after him only to strip the slain.

“There the wicked cease from raging,And there the weary are at rest.

“To the weary you have given no water to drink,And from the hungry you have withheld bread.

I am weary with my sighing;Every night I make my bed swim,I dissolve my couch with my tears.

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched;My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Do not weary yourself to gain wealth,Cease from your consideration of it.

Let your foot rarely be in your neighbor’s house,Or he will become weary of you and hate you.

Like cold water to a weary soul,So is good news from a distant land.

The sluggard buries his hand in the dish;He is weary of bringing it to his mouth again.

“I hate your new moon festivals and your appointed feasts,They have become a burden to Me;I am weary of bearing them.

No one in it is weary or stumbles,None slumbers or sleeps;Nor is the belt at its waist undone,Nor its sandal strap broken.

He who said to them, “Here is rest, give rest to the weary,”And, “Here is repose,” but they would not listen.

Do you not know? Have you not heard?The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earthDoes not become weary or tired.His understanding is inscrutable.

He gives strength to the weary,And to him who lacks might He increases power.

Though youths grow weary and tired,And vigorous young men stumble badly,

Yet those who wait for the LordWill gain new strength;They will mount up with wings like eagles,They will run and not get tired,They will walk and not become weary.

“Yet you have not called on Me, O Jacob;But you have become weary of Me, O Israel.

The man shapes iron into a cutting tool and does his work over the coals, fashioning it with hammers and working it with his strong arm. He also gets hungry and his strength fails; he drinks no water and becomes weary.

Bel has bowed down, Nebo stoops over;Their images are consigned to the beasts and the cattle.The things that you carry are burdensome,A load for the weary beast.

The Lord God has given Me the tongue of disciples,That I may know how to sustain the weary one with a word.He awakens Me morning by morning,He awakens My ear to listen as a disciple.

A wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness,That sniffs the wind in her passion.In the time of her heat who can turn her away?All who seek her will not become weary;In her month they will find her.

But I am full of the wrath of the Lord;I am weary with holding it in.“Pour it out on the children in the streetAnd on the gathering of young men together;For both husband and wife shall be taken,The aged and the very old.

“Everyone deceives his neighborAnd does not speak the truth,They have taught their tongue to speak lies;They weary themselves committing iniquity.

But if I say, “I will not remember HimOr speak anymore in His name,”Then in my heart it becomes like a burning fireShut up in my bones;And I am weary of holding it in,And I cannot endure it.

For I satisfy the weary ones and refresh everyone who languishes.”

‘You said, “Ah, woe is me! For the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning and have found no rest.”’

“Is it not indeed from the Lord of hostsThat peoples toil for fire,And nations grow weary for nothing?

Then I annihilated the three shepherds in one month, for my soul was impatient with them, and their soul also was weary of me.