They caused Isaac and Rebekah great anxiety. 1
Even in laughter the heart may ache, 1 and the end 2 of joy may be 3 grief.
A foolish child is a grief 1 to his father, and bitterness to the mother who bore him. 2
Though he causes us 1 grief, he then has compassion on us 2 according to the abundance of his loyal kindness. 3
My eyes 1 grow dim 2 from suffering; they grow weak 3 because of all my enemies. 4
The Proverbs of Solomon: A wise child 2 makes a father rejoice, 3 but a foolish child 4 is a grief to his mother. 5
For with great wisdom comes 1 great frustration; whoever increases his 2 knowledge merely 3 increases his 4 heartache.
Then I said, 1 “There is no cure 2 for my grief! I am sick at heart!
“And you, son of man, groan with an aching heart 1 and bitterness; groan before their eyes.
I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart. 1
Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim 1 from suffering. 2 I have lost my strength. 3
“Oh, 1 if only my grief 2 could be weighed, 3 and my misfortune laid 4 on the scales too! 5
My eyes have grown dim 1 with grief; my whole frame 2 is but a shadow.
When 1 he got up from prayer, he came to the disciples and found them sleeping, exhausted 2 from grief.
For sadness as intended by God produces a repentance that leads to salvation, leaving no regret, but worldly sadness brings about death.
For they harass 1 the one whom you discipline; 2 they spread the news about the suffering of those whom you punish. 3
What my eyes see 1 grieves me 2 – all the suffering of the daughters in my city. 3
Your conscience will not be overwhelmed with guilt 1 for having poured out innocent blood and for having taken matters into your own hands. When the Lord has granted my lord success, 2 please remember your servant.”
For all day long 1 his work produces pain and frustration, 2 and even at night his mind cannot relax! 3 This also is futile!
The day you begin cultivating, you do what you can to make it grow; 1 the morning you begin planting, you do what you can to make it sprout. Yet the harvest will disappear 2 in the day of disease and incurable pain.