Quotes About Comfort

Then he lay down under the broom tree and fell asleep. Suddenly an angel touched him and said, “Get up and eat.”

And he looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. So he ate and drank and lay down again.

Please let us make a small room upstairs and put in it a bed, a table, a chair, and a lamp for him. Then when he comes to us, he can stay there.”

“My head! My head!” he complained to his father. So his father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”

After the servant had picked him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died.

“Go back and tell Hezekiah the leader of My people that this is what the LORD, the God of your father David, says: ëI have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. I will surely heal you. On the third day from now you will go up to the house of the LORD.

Their father Ephraim mourned for many days, and his relatives came to comfort him.

For forty years You sustained them in the wilderness, so that they lacked nothing. Their clothes did not wear out and their feet did not swell.

Now when Jobís three friends—Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite—heard about all this adversity that had come upon him, each of them came from his home, and they met together to go and sympathize with Job and comfort him.

For now I would be lying down in peace; I would be asleep and at rest

There the wicked cease from raging, and there the weary find rest.

Then Eliphaz the Temanite replied:

Your words have steadied those who stumbled; you have braced the knees that were buckling.

But now trouble has come upon you, and you are weary. It strikes you, and you are dismayed.

He sets the lowly on high, so that mourners are lifted to safety.

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

It still brings me comfort, and joy through unrelenting pain, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

For now you are of no help; you see terror, and you are afraid.

When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with a shout of joy.

Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.

Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

You will be secure, because there is hope, and you will look around and lie down in safety.

Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.