Isaiah 59:11

Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

We all growl like bears, we moan and moan like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.

Cross References

Psalm 119:150

They draw near who persecute me with evil purpose; they are far from thy law.

Psalm 119:155

Salvation is far from the wicked, for they do not seek thy statutes.

Psalm 38:8

I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.

Psalm 55:2

Attend to me, and answer me; I am overcome by my trouble. I am distraught

Psalm 85:9

Surely his salvation is at hand for those who fear him, that glory may dwell in our land.

Isaiah 38:14

Like a swallow or a crane I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be thou my security!

Isaiah 51:20

Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of the Lord, the rebuke of your God.

Isaiah 59:14

Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands afar off; for truth has fallen in the public squares, and uprightness cannot enter.

Isaiah 59:8

The way of peace they know not, and there is no justice in their paths; they have made their roads crooked, no one who goes in them knows peace.

Isaiah 59:9

Therefore justice is far from us, and righteousness does not overtake us; we look for light, and behold, darkness, and for brightness, but we walk in gloom.

Jeremiah 8:15

We looked for peace, but no good came, for a time of healing, but behold, terror.

Jeremiah 9:1

O that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Lamentations 3:17

my soul is bereft of peace, I have forgotten what happiness is;

Ezekiel 7:16

And if any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains, like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one over his iniquity.

Hosea 7:14

They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; for grain and wine they gash themselves, they rebel against me.

Nahum 2:7

its mistress is stripped, she is carried off, her maidens lamenting, moaning like doves, and beating their breasts.

Nahum 2:8

Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away. “Halt! Halt!” they cry; but none turns back.