Lamentations 1:22
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.
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.
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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.
21They 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.
22Let the noyse be hearde out of their houses when thou bryngest the murtherer sodaynly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and layde snares for my feete.
23Yet Lorde thou knowest all their counsayle, that they haue deuised to slay me, forgeue not their wickednesse, and let not their sinnes be put out of thy sight, but let them be iudged before thee as giltie: this do thou vnto them in the tyme of thine indignation.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
18Loke thou vpon myne aduersitie and vpon my labour: and forgeue me all my sinne.
19Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
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.
11All her people seeke their bread with heauinesse, and loke what precious thyng euery man hath, that geueth he for meate to saue his lyfe: Consider O Lorde, and see howe vile I am become.
12Haue 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.
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.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde fast to his hande, they are wrapped or writhen and come vp about my necke: he hath caused my strength to fayle, the Lorde hath deliuered me into those handes wherout I can not quyte my selfe.
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
3Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
24Iudge me according to thy righteousnesse O God my Lorde: and let them not triumph ouer me.
11Let the sorowfull sighing of the prisoners come before thee, accordyng vnto the greatnes of thy power: preserue thou those that are appoynted to dye.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
18Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.
12And nowe O Lorde of hoastes that triest the righteous, which knowest the raynes and the very heartes, let me see them punished: for vnto thee I haue declared my cause.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
7Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
8Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping.
3My misdeedes haue preuayled against me: oh be thou mercifull vnto our wicked transgressions.
22And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
60Thou hast well considered howe they go about to do me harme, and that all their counsels are against me.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
20Therfore I wyll beseche thee nowe (O Lorde of hoastes) thou righteous iudge, thou that tryest the raynes and the heartes, let me see thee auenged of them: for vnto thee haue I committed my cause.
20Let this rewarde be from God vnto myne aduersaries: and vnto those that speake euill against my soule.
2let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
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.
12Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
15O Lorde thou knowest, therfore remember me, and visite me, reuenge me of my persecutours: take me not from this life in the tyme of thine anger, thou knowest that for thy sake I suffer rebuke.
20I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
1A prayer of the afflicted when he was ouerwhelmed, and when he did powre out his petition before the face of God. Heare my prayer O God: and let my crying come in vnto thee.
2I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
16Therfore 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.
20Reproofe 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.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
2Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
8Myne enemies reuile me all the day long: and they that are in a rage against me, make their oth by me.