The Psalmist wrote:
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress!
My eye is wasted away from grief, my soul and my body also.
For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing;
My strength has failed because of my iniquity, and my body has wasted away.
Because of all my adversaries, I have become a reproach, especially to my neighbors,
And an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.
I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind,
I am like a broken vessel.
For I have heard the slander of many, terror is on every side;
While they took counsel together against me, they schemed to take away my life.
Someone remind me: why do we expect the Christian life to be easy and comfortable?