Groan

From the city, men groan, and the souls of the wounded cry out, yet God charges no one with wrongdoing.

I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.

At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,

When the righteous flourish, the people rejoice, but when the wicked rule, the people groan.

The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.

“I have kept silent from ages past; I have remained quiet and restrained. But now I will groan like a woman in labor; I will at once gasp and pant.

O inhabitant of Lebanon, nestled in the cedars, how you will groan when pangs of anguish come upon you, agony like a woman in labor.”

“Therefore, behold, the days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will punish her idols, and throughout her land the wounded will groan.

The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to her appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests groan, her maidens grieve, and she herself is bitter with anguish.

All her people groan as they search for bread. They have traded their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. Look, O LORD, and consider, for I have become despised.

But you, son of man, groan! Groan before their eyes with a broken heart and bitter grief.

But you, son of man, groan! Groan before their eyes with a broken heart and bitter grief.

Groan quietly; do not mourn for the dead. Put on your turban and strap your sandals on your feet; do not cover your lips or eat the bread of mourners.”

Your turbans will remain on your heads and your sandals on your feet. You will not mourn or weep, but you will waste away because of your sins, and you will groan among yourselves.

This is what the Lord GOD says to Tyre: ‘Will not the coastlands quake at the sound of your downfall, when the wounded groan at the slaughter in your midst?

I will strengthen the arms of Babylon’s king and place My sword in his hand, but I will break the arms of Pharaoh, who will groan before him like a mortally wounded man.

How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.

Not only that, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.

For in this tent we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling,

For while we are in this tent, we groan under our burdens, because we do not wish to be unclothed but clothed, so that our mortality may be swallowed up by life.