Lexicon :: Strong's G3601 - odynē

With her last breath ​— ​for she was dying ​— ​she named him Ben-oni,[fn] but his father called him Benjamin.[fn]

“when he sees that the boy is not with us, he will die. Then your servants will have brought the gray hairs of your servant our father down to Sheol in sorrow.

Then the LORD said, “I have observed the misery of my people in Egypt, and have heard them crying out because of their oppressors. I know about their sufferings,

“I have not eaten any of it while in mourning, or removed any of it while unclean, or offered any of it for the dead. I have obeyed the LORD my God; I have done all you commanded me.

“He will afflict you again with all the diseases of Egypt, which you dreaded, and they will cling to you.

For rebellion is like the sin of divination,

and defiance is like wickedness and idolatry.

Because you have rejected the word of the LORD,

he has rejected you as king.

because during those days the Jews gained relief from their enemies. That was the month when their sorrow was turned into rejoicing and their mourning into a holiday. They were to be days of feasting, rejoicing, and of sending gifts to one another and to the poor.

His wife said to him, “Are you still holding on to your integrity? Curse God and die! ”

Yes, may that night be barren;

may no joyful shout be heard in it.

Why is light given to one burdened with grief,

and life to those whose existence is bitter,

In my experience, those who plow injustice

and those who sow trouble reap the same.

If only my grief could be weighed

and my devastation placed with it on the scales.

So I have been made to inherit months of futility,

and troubled nights have been assigned to me.

Will you ever look away from me,

or leave me alone long enough to swallow?[fn]

They conceive trouble and give birth to evil;

their womb prepares deception.

Terrors frighten him on every side

and harass him at every step.

His children will beg from[fn] the poor,

for his own hands must give back his wealth.

When he fills his stomach,

God will send his burning anger against him,

raining it down on him while he is eating.[fn]

When I think about it, I am terrified

and my body trembles in horror.

Terrors overtake him like a flood;

a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

They advance as through a gaping breach;

they keep rolling in through the ruins.

You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;

you scatter me in the storm.

How long will I store up anxious concerns[fn] within me,

agony in my mind every day?

How long will my enemy dominate me?

Indeed, my life is consumed with grief

and my years with groaning;

my strength has failed

because of my iniquity,[fn]

and my bones waste away.

The LORD will sustain him on his sickbed;

you will heal him on the bed where he lies.

When I am filled with cares,

your comfort brings me joy.

When they are diminished and are humbled

by cruel oppression and sorrow,

The ropes of death were wrapped around me,

and the torments of Sheol overcame me;

I encountered trouble and sorrow.

In vain you get up early and stay up late,

working hard to have enough food ​— ​

yes, he gives sleep to the one he loves.[fn]

He will get a beating[fn] and dishonor,

and his disgrace will never be removed.

A man fathers a fool to his own sorrow;

the father of a fool has no joy.

A foolish son is grief to his father

and bitterness to the one who bore him.

Give beer to one who is dying

and wine to one whose life is bitter.

When the LORD gives you rest from your pain, torment, and the hard labor you were forced to do,

Egypt’s weavers[fn] will be dejected;

all her wage earners will be demoralized.

When the news reaches Egypt,

they will be in anguish over the news about Tyre.

The moonlight will be as bright as the sunlight, and the sunlight will be seven times brighter ​— ​like the light of seven days ​— ​on the day that the LORD bandages his people’s injuries and heals the wounds he inflicted.

In a little more than a year

you overconfident ones will shudder,

for the grapes will fail

and the harvest will not come.

and the ransomed of the LORD will return

and come to Zion with singing,

crowned with unending joy.

Joy and gladness will overtake them,

and sorrow and sighing will flee.

What can I say?

He has spoken to me,

and he himself has done it.

I walk along slowly all my years

because of the bitterness of my soul.

And the ransomed of the LORD will return

and come to Zion with singing,

crowned with unending joy.

Joy and gladness will overtake them,

and sorrow and sighing will flee.

My joy has flown away;

grief has settled on me.

My heart is sick.

Therefore, this is what the LORD of Armies says concerning the prophets:

I am about to feed them wormwood

and give them poisoned water to drink,

for from the prophets of Jerusalem

ungodliness[fn] has spread throughout the land.

My transgressions have been formed into a yoke,[fn][fn]

fastened together by his hand;

they have been placed on my neck,

and the Lord has broken my strength.

He has handed me over

to those I cannot withstand.

“Son of man, eat your bread with trembling and drink your water with anxious shaking.

“But you, son of man, groan! Groan bitterly with a broken heart[fn] right before their eyes.

“ ‘The house of Israel will no longer be hurt by[fn] prickly briers or painful thorns from all their neighbors who treat them with contempt. Then they will know that I am the Lord GOD.