Verse 11

We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.

Referenced Verses

• Isa 38:14 : 14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
• Ezek 7:16 : 16 And soch as escape and fle from amonge them, shal be vpon the hilles, like as the doues in the felde: euery one shalbe afrayed, because off his owne wickednesse.
• Hos 7:14 : 14 They call not vpon me with their hartes, but lye youlinge vpon their beddes. Where as they come together, it is but for meate & drincke, and me will they not obeye.
• Isa 51:20 : 20 Thy sonnes lie comfortles at ye heade of euery strete like a take venyson, & are ful of ye terrible wrath of ye LORDE, & punyshmet of thy God.
• Isa 59:9 : 9 And this is ye cause yt equite is so farre fro vs, & yt rightuousnes cometh not nye vs. We loke for light, lo, it is darknesse: for ye mornynge shyne, se, we walke in ye darke.
• Jer 8:15 : 15 We loked for peace, and we fayre not the better, we wayted for the tyme of health, and lo, here is nothinge but trouble.
• Jer 9:1 : 1 O who will geue my heade water ynough, & a well of teares for myne eyes: that I maye wepe night ad daye, for the slaughter of my people?
• Job 30:28-29 : 28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the 29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches.
• Ps 32:3-4 : 3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges. 4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
• Ps 38:8 : 8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
• Ps 85:9 : 9 For his saluacion is nye them that feare him, so that glory shal dwell in oure londe.
• Ps 119:155 : 155 Health is farre fro the vngodly, for they regarde not thy statutes.