Jeremiah 8:18
I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
16 Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
20 Consider (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.
21 They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
22 Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
19 Alas 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.
27 If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
20 Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
14 Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.
15 What 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.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
10 Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
4 Therfore sayde I, Let me alone, and I wyll make lamentation: Ye shall not be able to comfort me because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
12 Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.
13 From 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.
19 For lo, the voyce of the crying of my people is hearde, for feare of them that come from a farre countrey: Is not the Lord in Sion? Is not her king in her? Wherefore then haue they greeued me shall the Lorde say with their images, and foolishe straunge fashions of a forraine god?
5 I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
3 Insomuch as thou thoughtest thus when thou wast wrytyng wo is me, the Lorde hath geuen me payne for my trauayle, I haue weeried my selfe with sighing, and haue founde no rest:
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
21 I am sore vexed, because of the hurt of my people, I am heauie and abashed:
50 That same is my comfort in my affliction: for thy worde maketh me to lyue.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
1 O who wyll geue my head water inough, and a wel of teares for mine eyes, that I may weepe night and day for the slaughter of my people?
19 Both these thinges are happened vnto thee, but who is sory for it? yea destruction, wastyng, hunger, and sworde, but who wyll comfort thee?
1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
8 O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
28 My soule melteth away for very heauinesse: comfort thou me accordyng to thy worde.
4 My heart panted, fearefulnesse came vpon me: the nyght of my voluptuousnesse hath he turned agaynst me into feare.
16 For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
18 Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
16 Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.
17 Therefore our heart is full of heauinesse, and our eyes dimme.