Lamentations 3:15
He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
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16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
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.
17 He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
1 I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
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.
15 Therefore thus saith the Lorde of hoastes, the God of Israel: Beholde, I wyll feede this people with wormewood, and geue them gall to drinke.
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.
21 They gaue me for meate, gall to eate: and when I was thirstie, they gaue me vineger to drynke.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
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.
6 He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
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.
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.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
14 Whose mouth is full of cursyng and bytternesse.
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.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
20 Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
3 Thou hast made thy people see heauie thinges: thou hast geuen vs wyne to drinke, that maketh vs tremble.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6 Geue strong drynke vnto such as are redy to perishe, and wine vnto those that mourne:
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.
17 I dwell not among the scorners, neither is my delight therin: but I dwell alone because of thy hande, for thou hast fylled me with bitternesse.
23 And they gaue hym to drynke, wyne myngled with myrre: but he receaued it not.
11 And the name of the starre is called wormewood, and the thirde part was turned to wormewood, and many men dyed of the waters, because they were made bitter.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
7 He hath destroyed my vine, & barked my figge tree, he hath pilled it and cast it from him, and hath left bowes therof whyte.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
8 For in the hande of God there is a cup, and the wine is redde: it is full mixt, and he powreth out the same. But the vngodly of the earth do wring out: and drynke the dregges therof.
9 They shall drynke no more wine with mirth, strong drynke shalbe bytter to them that drinke it.