Lamentations 3:17
He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
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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.
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.
21 Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne.
17 Beholde, bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is O Lorde that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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.
13 He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
14 Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten 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.
16 Then shouldest thou forget thy miserie, and thinke no more vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
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.
27 If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
12 I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
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.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
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.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
10 because of thine indignation and wrath: for thou hast set me vp, and cast me downe.
22 And 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.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
20 Wherefore wylt thou styll forget vs, and forsake vs so long?
6 My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
53 They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
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.
9 Hath God forgotten to be gratious? and will he shut vp his louing kindnesse in displeasure? Selah.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
15 Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
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.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
8 Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
2 He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.
3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
11 He sayeth in his heart, tushe, the Lord hath forgotten: he hydeth away his face, and he wyll neuer see it.