Verse 15

The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.

Referenced Verses

• Amos 8:10 : 10 Youre hye feastes will I turne to sorow, and youre songes to mournynge: I wil brynge sack cloth vpo all backes, & baldnes vpo euery heade: yee soch a mournynge wil I sende them, as is made vpon an only begotten sonne, and they shall haue a miserable ende.
• Jas 4:9-9 : 9 Suffre affliccions: sorowe ye and wepe. Let youre laughter be turned to mornynge, and youre ioye to heuynes. 10 Cast downe youre selues before the LORDE, and he shal lift you vp.
• Ps 30:11 : 11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
• Jer 25:10 : 10 Morouer, I will take from them the voyce of gladnesse and solace, the voyce of the brydegrome & the bryde, the voyce of the anoynted, with the cre?shettes:
• Amos 6:4-7 : 4 Ye that lye vpon beddes off yuery, and vse youre wantonnesse vpon youre couches: ye that eate the best lambes of ye flocke, and the fattest calues off the droaue: 5 ye that synge to the lute, and in playenge off instrumentes compare youre selues vnto Dauid: 6 ye that drynke wyne out of goblettes, & anoynte youre selues with the best oyle, but no man is sory for Ioseps hurte. 7 Therfore now shall ye be the first of them, that shal be led awaye captyue, and the lusty chere of the wylfull shall come to an ende.