Jeremiah 20:18
Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
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17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne, vnhappy be the day wherein my mother brought me foorth.
15Cursed be the man that brought my father the tidinges to make hym gald, saying, Thou hast begotten a sonne:
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
3Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.
1Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
5Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
14I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.
15Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
15Lyke as he came naked out of his mothers wombe, so goeth he thyther agayne, and caryeth nothyng away with him of all his labour.
3Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
13Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him as vpon a woman that trauayleth: an vndiscrete sonne is he, els woulde he not stande styll at the tyme of birth of children.
10O mother, alas that thou euer didst beare me, a brawler and rebuker of the whole lande: though I neuer lent nor receaued vpon vsurie, yet all men speake euyll vpon me.
21And sayde: Naked came I out of my mothers wombe, & naked shall I turne thyther againe: The Lorde gaue & the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lorde.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
6Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
5No eye pitied thee to do any of these thinges for thee, for to haue compassion vpon thee: but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon the fielde in contempt of thy person in the day of thy byrth.
18Yea, the young men despised me, and when I rose they spake euill vpon me.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shapen a like in our mothers bodies?
19Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
17Like as a woman with chylde that draweth nye towardes her trauayle is sorie and cryeth in her paynes: euen so haue we ben in thy sight O Lorde.
18We haue ben with chylde and suffred paine, as though we had brought forth winde: for there is no saluation in the earth, neither do the inhabiters of the worlde submit them selues.
29If I be wicked, why then labour I in vayne?
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
6But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
15The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?