Lamentations 3:12
He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
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13 The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
10 He layeth wayte for me lyke a beare, and as a lion in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
11 God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked.
12 I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
12 If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse to shoote
13 He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
2 For lo, the vngodly haue bende their bowe: and nocked their arrowes with the string, redy to shoote priuily at them whiche are vpright in heart.
2 He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
4 For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
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.
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.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
4 He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his ryght hande as an aduersarie, and euery thyng that was pleasaunt to see, he hath slayne: he hath powred out his wrath like a fire, into the tabernacle of the daughter of Sion.
7 But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a swyft arrowe: their plagues shalbe apparaunt.
12 Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: and direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces.
10 But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.
11 He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.
35 He teacheth my handes to fight: that euen a bowe of steele is broken with myne armes.
6 They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah.
28 He starteth not away from him that bendeth the bowe: & as for sling stones he careth asmuch for stouble as for the.
14 The vngodly haue drawen out the sworde, and haue bended their bowe: to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of right conuersation.
23 I wyll heape mischiefes vpon them, & wyll destroy them with mine arrowes.
20 And I wil shoote three arowes on the syde therof, as though I shot them at a marke,
4 So much as sharpe arrowes of a strong man in thy sydes: with Iuniper coales powred on thy head.
34 He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele.
5 Thyne arrowes are sharpe: a people the kynges enemies shall submit in heart them selues vnto thee.
3 For 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.
3 Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.
3 But thou Lorde to whom I am well knowen, thou that hast sene and proued my heart, take them away, like as a flocke is caryed to the slaughter house, & appoynt them for the day of slaughter.
5 The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spread a net abroade with coardes in the high wayes: they haue set trappes for me. Selah.
11 Because God hath loosed my corde and humbled me, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bowe of steele shall strike him through.
7 Let them be dissolued as into water, let them come to naught of them selues: and when they shoote their arrowes, let them be as broken.
3 As for thy bow, I wil smite it out of thy left hande, and cause thyne arrowes to fall out of thy right hande.
16 For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete, I may tell all my bones.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
23 The archers haue greeuously prouoked hym, and shot him through with dartes, they haue hated him to his hinderaunce.