Lamentations 3:4
My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
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3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
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.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
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.
20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
11 Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
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.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
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.
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.
17 I may tell all my bones. They stande staring & gasing vpon me:
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.
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.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
22 Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
3 There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
2 Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
13 I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
3 And they eate also the fleshe of my people, & flay of their skinne from them: and they breake their bones, and chop them in peeces as for the pot, and as fleshe within the cauldron.
17 He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
3 The plowemen plowed vpon my backe: they made long forrowes.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
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.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
8 Make thou me to heare some ioy and gladnesse: let the bones reioyce which thou hast broken.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
6 He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
26 And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.