Lamentations 3:51
The Lord is unkind to my soul, more than all the daughters of my town.
The Lord is unkind to my soul, more than all the daughters of my town.
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48Rivers of water are running down from my eyes, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,
50Till the Lord's eye is turned on me, till he sees my trouble from heaven.
7My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
11My eyes are wasted with weeping, the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved, my inner parts are drained out on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because of the young children and babies at the breast who are falling without strength in the open squares of the town.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
16For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
17Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;
52They who are against me without cause have gone hard after me as if I was a bird;
4For this cause I have said, Let your eyes be turned away from me in my bitter weeping; I will not be comforted for the wasting of the daughter of my people.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
18Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.
1If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
17And you are to say this word to them, Let my eyes be streaming with water night and day, and let it not be stopped; for the virgin daughter of my people is wounded with a great wound, with a very bitter blow.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
1I made an agreement with my eyes; how then might my eyes be looking on a virgin?
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
19The voice of the cry of the daughter of my people comes from a far land: Is the Lord not in Zion? is not her King in her? Why have they made me angry with their images and their strange gods which are no gods?
82My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
7The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
12Why is your heart uncontrolled, and why are your eyes lifted up;
123My eyes are wasted with desire for your salvation, and for the word of your righteousness.
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
6Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
1The word about the valley of vision. Why have all your people gone up to the house-tops?
7If my steps have been turned out of the way, or if my heart went after my eyes, or if the property of another is in my hands;
9If my heart went after another man's wife, or if I was waiting secretly at my neighbour's door;
3For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
3The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
136Rivers of water are flowing from my eyes, because men do not keep your law.
33Your eyes will see strange things, and you will say twisted things.
11My eyes have seen trouble come on my haters; my ears have news of the fate of the evil-doers who have come up against me.
21For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.
5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
15My eyes are turned to the Lord at all times; for he will take my feet out of the net.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
10And my hater will see it and be covered with shame; she who said to me, Where is the Lord your God? my eyes will see their desire effected on her, now she will be crushed under foot like the dust of the streets.
9My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
22Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
18Let them quickly make cries of sorrow for us, so that drops may be flowing from our eyes till they are streaming with water.
9The women of my people you have been driving away from their dearly loved children; from their young ones you are taking my glory for ever.
8The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
8But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.