A bruised reed shall he not break,
and the smoking flax shall he not quench.
–Isaiah 42:3 (KJV)–

Lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
–2 Corinthians 12:7 (KJV)–

Judas threw the money into the temple and left.
Then he went away and hanged himself.
–Matthew 27:5 (NIV)–

None has been lost except
the one doomed to destruction.
–John 17:12 (NIV)–

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
–Hamlet–

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William Bridge, A Lifting Up for the Downcast (Banner of Truth, 1961).

Richard Sibbes, The Bruised Reed (Banner of Truth, 1998).

David Wilkerson, Suicide (Spire Books, 1978).