Isaiah 59:11

The English Standar Version

We all growl like bears; we moan and moan like doves; we hope 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 your law.

Psalm 119:155

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

Psalm 38:8

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

Psalm 55:2

Attend to me, and answer me; I am restless in my complaint and I moan,

Psalm 85:9

Surely his salvation is near to those who fear him, that glory may dwell in our land.

Isaiah 38:14

Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!

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 stumbled in the public squares, and uprightness cannot enter.

Isaiah 59:8

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

Isaiah 59:9

Therefore justice is far from us, and righteousness does not overtake us; we hope 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

[1] Oh 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[1] is;

Ezekiel 7:16

And if any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains, like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, each 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[3] is stripped;[4] she is carried off, her slave girls lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.

Nahum 2:8

Nineveh is like a pool whose waters run away.[5] "Halt! Halt!" they cry, but none turns back.