The word of the comforter. ... the Lord does not leave for ever. But He sent woe, and He will have mercy on Him according to His great goodness (Lamentations 3:31, 32).

The Word of the Sorrowful. ... My soul is filled with afflictions, and my life is near to hell... I became like a man without power... (Psalm 87:4:5).

The word of the comforter. ... if our outer man decays, then the inner one is renewed from day to day (2 Corinthians 4:16). Behold Jesus, the author and finisher of the faith, Who, instead of the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Think of Him Who endured such mockery of Himself from sinners, so that you may not grow weary and faint in souls... (Hebrews 12:2-3) ... Christ suffered for us, leaving us an example, that we might follow in His footsteps (1 Pet. 2:21).

The Word of the Sorrowful. My heart trembles within me, and mortal terrors have come upon me (Psalm 54:5)... My intercessor! why hast thou forgotten me? (41, 10) ... Shut not thy ear from my groaning, from my cry. (Lamentations 3:56).

The Word of the Lord. Shall a woman forget her suckling child, that she may not have pity on the son of her womb? but if she also forgot, I would not forget you... I am the Lord, your Savior and your Redeemer... (Isaiah 49:15:26). As his mother comforts someone, so will I comfort you (Isaiah 66:13). Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matt. 11:28).

The Word of the Sorrowful. Until, Lord... Will you hide your face from me? How long shall I compose... Sorrow is in my heart day [and night?] (Psalm 12:2-3). My eye is weary with grief (Psalm 87:10)... Thy wrath has passed over me... (Psalm 87:17). Why, O Lord, dost thou cut off my soul, hid thy face from me? (Psalm 87:15).

The Word of the Lord. For a little time I have forsaken thee, but with great mercy I will receive thee. In the heat of wrath I hid My face from you for a time, but with eternal mercy I will have mercy on you... (Isaiah 54:7-8).

The Word of the Sorrowful. Arise that you are asleep, O Lord... Why do you hide your face, forget our sorrow and our oppression... Rise up to help us... (Psalm 43; 24, 25, 27).

The Word of the Lord. .. do not be afraid, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen thee, and help thee, and sustain thee with the right hand of my righteousness (Isaiah 41:10).

The Word of the Sorrowful. Do not depart from me, for sorrow is near, and there is no helper. (Psalm 21:12). I am poor and beggar... Thou art my help and my deliverer, O my God! do not tarry (Psalm 39:18).

The Word of the Lord. ... Don't be afraid... you are mine. If you pass through the waters, I am with you, whether you cross the rivers, they will not drown you; if you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, and the flame will not scorch you. (Isaiah 43:1-2).

The Word of the Sorrowful. Look, hear me, O Lord my God! Enlighten my eyes, that I may not sleep in the sleep of death... (Psalm 12:4)... and I will go down with sorrow... into hell (Gen. 37:35).

The Word of the Lord. I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me, though he die, shall live... Do you believe this? (John 11:25:26).

The Word of the Sorrowful. Yes, Lord! I believe that Thou art the Christ, the Son of God (John 11:27), Thou art my strength. Into Thy hand I commend my spirit (Psalm 30:5-6)... Thy will be done... (Matt. 6:10) ... be it done to me according to thy word! (Luke 1:38)... You're holding my right hand... and with Thee I desire nothing on earth (Psalm 72:23, 25).