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1 Corinthians 4 11-1 Corinthians 4 13
To the present hour we hunger and thirst, we are poorly dressed and buffeted and homeless,and we labor, working with our own hands. When reviled, we bless; when persecuted, we endure;when slandered, we entreat. We have become, and are still, like the scum of the world, the refuse of all things.
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2 Corinthians 4 8-2 Corinthians 4 9
We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
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Psalms 42:7
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
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Psalms 34:19
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all.
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Psalms 77:2-4
In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. SelahYou hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
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Psalms 107:6
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress.
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Psalms 38:1-8
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath!For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down on me.There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
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Habakkuk 3:17-19
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.God, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer’s; he makes me tread on my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.
