'Sad' in the Bible

But in Cain and his offering he had no pleasure. And Cain was angry and his face became sad.

And the Lord said to Cain, Why are you angry? and why is your face sad?

And in the morning when Joseph came to them he saw that they were looking sad.

And he said to the servants of Pharaoh who were in prison with him, Why are you looking so sad?

Then she said to her father, Only do this for me: let me have two months to go away into the mountains with my friends, weeping for my sad fate.

And he said, Go then. So he sent her away for two months; and she went with her friends to the mountains, weeping for her sad fate.

Would you keep yourselves till they were old enough? would you keep from having husbands for them? No, my daughters; but I am very sad for you that the hand of the Lord is against me.

And she said, May your servant have grace in your eyes. So the woman went away, and took part in the feast, and her face was no longer sad.

It is no longer my pleasure for Saul to be king; for he is turned back from going in my ways, and has not done my orders. And Samuel was very sad, crying to the Lord in prayer all night.

And it came about in the month Nisan, in the twentieth year of Artaxerxes the king, when wine was before him, that I took up the wine and gave it to the king. Now I had never before been sad when the king was present.

And the king said to me, Why is your face sad, seeing that you are not ill? this is nothing but sorrow of heart. Then I was full of fear;

And said to the king, May the king be living for ever: is it not natural for my face to be sad, when the town, the place where the bodies of my fathers are at rest, has been made waste and its doorways burned with fire?

And Mordecai came back to the king's doorway. But Haman went quickly back to his house, sad and with his head covered.

Lifting up those who are low, and putting the sad in a safe place;

So have you now become to me; you see my sad condition and are in fear.

If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

Only his flesh still has pain, and his soul is sad.

Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?

But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.

Even while laughing the heart may be sad; and after joy comes sorrow.

Like one who takes off clothing in cold weather and like acid on a wound, is he who makes melody to a sad heart.

Sorrow is better than joy; when the face is sad the mind gets better.

When one man puts his hand on another in his father's house, and says, You have clothing, be our ruler and be responsible for us in our sad condition:

The fishermen will be sad, and all those who put fishing-lines into the Nile will be full of grief, and those whose nets are stretched out on the waters will have sorrow in their hearts.

And the makers of twisted thread will be crushed, and those who ... will be sad in heart.

I have seen his ways, and I will make him well: I will give him rest, comforting him and his people who are sad.

We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.

To give knowledge that the year of the Lord's good pleasure has come, and the day of punishment from our God; to give comfort to all who are sad;

The ways of Zion are sad, because no one comes to the holy meeting; all her doorways are made waste, her priests are breathing out sorrow: her virgins are troubled, and it is bitter for her.

Because with your false words you have given pain to the heart of the upright man when I had not made him sad; in order to make strong the hands of the evil-doer so that he may not be turned from his evil way and get life:

So these are the words of the Lord, the God of armies, the Lord: There will be weeping in all the open spaces; and in all the streets they will say, Sorrow! sorrow! and they will get in the farmer to the weeping, and the makers of sad songs to give cries of grief.