Psaumes 88:14
LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
Psaumes 88:15
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
Psaumes 22:11-21
11
Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12
Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13
They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16
For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17
I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
18
They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
19
But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.
20
Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.
21
Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.
Psaumes 69:17-21
17
And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.
18
Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me because of mine enemies.
19
Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: mine adversaries are all before thee.
20
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
21
They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
Psaumes 77:2
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
Psaumes 143:3
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Psaumes 143:4
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Job 6:2-4
2
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Esaïe 53:3
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Esaïe 53:10
Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
Esaïe 53:11
He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
Lamentations 3:15-19
15
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16
He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
17
And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
19
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
Matthieu 26:37-39
37
And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy.
38
Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me.
39
And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.
Marc 14:33
And he taketh with him Peter and James and John, and began to be sore amazed, and to be very heavy;
Marc 14:34
And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.
Psaumes 107:18
Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.
Job 33:22
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.