Afflictions and Adversities: Unclassified Scriptures Relating To

To the woman He said: “I will sharply increase your pain in childbirth; in pain you will bring forth children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.”

And to Adam He said: “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat, cursed is the ground because of you; through toil you will eat of it all the days of your life.

So know in your heart that just as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you.

I will be his Father, and he will be My son. When he does wrong, I will discipline him with the rod of men and with the blows of the sons of men.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. …

For distress does not spring from the dust, and trouble does not sprout from the ground.

Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.

Blessed indeed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.

For He wounds, but He also binds; He strikes, but His hands also heal.

Then Job replied: …

Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages. …

He does not let me catch my breath, but overwhelms me with bitterness.

The one at ease scorns misfortune as the fate of those whose feet are slipping.

“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.

He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”

Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away? …

My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow. …

Though I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I get no response; though I call for help, there is no justice. …

Yet He knows the way I have taken; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.

Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud. …

A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones, …

And if men are bound with chains, caught in cords of affliction, …

God rescues the afflicted by their affliction and opens their ears in oppression.

I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

My eyes fail from grief; they grow dim because of all my foes.

The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of chaos overwhelmed me. …

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well. …

When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was drained as in the summer heat. Selah

For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.” …

O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.

My heart pounds within me, and the terrors of death assail me. …

For You, O God, have tested us; You have refined us like silver. …

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David. Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck. …

Insults have broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for sympathy, but there was none, for comforters, but I found no one.

So their people return to this place and drink up waters in abundance.

In the day of trouble I sought the Lord; through the night my outstretched hands did not grow weary; my soul refused to be comforted. …

You fed them with the bread of tears and made them drink the full measure of their tears.

You make us contend with our neighbors; our enemies mock us.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. …

I will attend to their transgression with the rod, and to their iniquity with stripes.

The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong—yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers. …

Some wandered in desert wastelands, finding no path to a city in which to dwell.

They were hungry and thirsty; their soul fainted within them.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and chains,

Fools, in their rebellious ways, and through their iniquities, suffered affliction. …

For I am poor and needy; my heart is wounded within me. …

The ropes of death entangled me; the anguish of Sheol overcame me; I was confronted by trouble and sorrow.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

For the enemy has pursued my soul, crushing my life to the ground, making me dwell in darkness like those long since dead.

My spirit grows faint within me; my heart is dismayed inside me.

My son, do not reject the discipline of the LORD, and do not loathe His rebuke;

…for the LORD disciplines the one He loves, as does a father the son in whom he delights.

Anxiety weighs down the heart of a man, but a good word cheers it up.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares in its joy.

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and joy may end in sorrow.

A joyful heart makes a cheerful countenance, but sorrow of the heart crushes the spirit.

All the days of the oppressed are bad, but a cheerful heart has a continual feast.

A crucible for silver and a furnace for gold, but the LORD is the tester of hearts.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

The spirit of a man can endure his sickness, but who can survive a broken spirit?

For what does a man get for all the toil and striving with which he labors under the sun?

Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

It is better to enter a house of mourning than a house of feasting, since death is the end of every man, and the living should take this to heart. …

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and festering sores neither cleansed nor bandaged nor soothed with oil.

Behold, the LORD lays waste the earth and leaves it in ruins. He will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants— …

O LORD, they sought You in their distress; when You disciplined them, they poured out a quiet prayer.

As a woman with child about to give birth writhes and cries out in pain, so were we in Your presence, O LORD.

See, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.

In the days of her affliction and wandering Jerusalem remembers all the treasures that were hers in days of old. When her people fell into enemy hands she received no help. Her enemies looked upon her, laughing at her downfall.

Is this nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look around and see! Is there any sorrow like mine, which was inflicted on me, which the LORD made me suffer on the day of His fierce anger?

I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath. …

This third I will bring through the fire; I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on My name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are My people,’ and they will say, ‘The LORD is our God.’”

For everyone will be salted with fire.

He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, and every branch that does bear fruit, He prunes to make it even more fruitful.

I have told you these things so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take courage; I have overcome the world!”

We do not want you to be unaware, brothers, of the hardships we encountered in the province of Asia. We were under a burden far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life.

Indeed, we felt we were under the sentence of death, in order that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God, who raises the dead.

Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not from us. …

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, yet our inner self is being renewed day by day.

For our light and momentary affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory that is far beyond comparison.

Rather, as servants of God we commend ourselves in every way: in great endurance; in troubles, hardships, and calamities; …

Are they servants of Christ? (I am speaking as if I were out of my mind.) I am so much more: in harder labor, in more imprisonments, in worse beatings, in frequent danger of death. …

For the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and He chastises every son He receives.”

Endure suffering as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father?

Furthermore, we have all had earthly fathers who disciplined us, and we respected them. Should we not much more submit to the Father of our spirits and live?

Resist him, standing firm in your faith and in the knowledge that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kinds of suffering.

Those I love I rebuke and discipline. Therefore be earnest and repent.