Lamentations 3:1
I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
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2 He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
6 He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
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.
14 The 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.
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.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
10 For as touchyng the trauayle and carefulnesse which God hath geuen vnto men, I see that he hath geuen it them to be exercised in it.
39 Wherefore then murmureth the liuing man? let hym murmure at his owne sinne.
3 Therfore 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.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
9 I will beare the wrath of the Lord, for I haue offended hym till he sit in iudgement vpon my cause, and see that I haue right: then will he bring me foorth to the light, and I shall see his righteousnesse.
3 The plowemen plowed vpon my backe: they made long forrowes.
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.
20 I 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?
17 Behold, blessed is the man whom God correcteth, therefore refuse not thou the chastening of the almightie:
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.
15 If I haue done wickedly, wo is me therefore: If I haue done righteously, yet dare I not lift vp my head, so full am I of confusion, and see myne owne miserie.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
6 He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
6 But as for me I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of men, and an outcast of the people.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
35 They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.
20 Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
7 Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.
18 The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
8 He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
1 A song of high degrees. Israel may now say: they haue troubled me often from my youth vp.
71 It is good for me that I am brought into miserie: by that meanes I shall learne thy statutes.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
3 When his light shined vpon my head, when I went after the same light and shining, euen through the darknesse:
31 Surely of God onely it can be saide, I haue pardoned, I wyll not destroy.
67 Before I felt affliction I swarued out of the way: but nowe I kepe thy word.
21 Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
1 A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.