Lamentations 3:51
Mine eyes breaketh my heart, because of all the daughters of my citie.
Mine eyes breaketh my heart, because of all the daughters of my citie.
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48 Whole riuers of water gushe out of mine eyes for the hurt of my people:
49 Myne eyes runne and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest:
50 O Lorde, when wylt thou looke downe from heauen and consider?
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
11 Mine eyes begin to fayle me through weeping, my body is disquieted, my liuer is powred vpon the earth for the great hurt of the daughter of my people, seeing the chyldren and babes dyd swowne in the streetes of the citie.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
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.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
16 Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
17 Therefore our heart is full of heauinesse, and our eyes dimme.
52 Mine enemies hunted me out sharply like a byrde, yea & that without a cause.
4 Therfore sayde I, Let me alone, and I wyll make lamentation: Ye shall not be able to comfort me because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
18 Their heart cryed vnto the Lorde, O thou citie of the daughter Sion: let thy teares runne downe like a riuer day and night, rest not, and let not the apple of thyne eye leaue of.
1 O who wyll geue my head water inough, and a wel of teares for mine eyes, that I may weepe night and day for the slaughter of my people?
17 This shalt thou say also vnto them, Mine eyes shall weepe without ceassyng day and nyght: for my people shalbe destroyed with great harme, and shall perishe with a great plague.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
1 I made a couenaunt with myne eyes: why then should I loke vpon a mayden?
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
19 For lo, the voyce of the crying of my people is hearde, for feare of them that come from a farre countrey: Is not the Lord in Sion? Is not her king in her? Wherefore then haue they greeued me shall the Lorde say with their images, and foolishe straunge fashions of a forraine god?
82 Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.
7 So the watchmen that went about the citie, founde me, smote me, and wounded me: yea they that kept the walles toke away my kerchaffe from me.
8 I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue.
12 Why doth thyne heart so bewitche thee? And wherefore winckest thou with thyne eyes,
123 Myne eyes haue faynted with lokyng for thy saluation: and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse.
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.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
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.
6 For at the windowe of my house I loked through the windowe,
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
1 The burthen of the valley of vision. What hast thou to do here, that thou clymbest to the house toppes?
7 If my steppe hath turned out of the way, & myne heart walked after myne eyes, and if any blot haue cleaued to my handes:
9 If my heart haue ben deceaued by a woman, or if I haue layde wayte at my neyghbours doore:
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.
3 The watchmen also that go about the citie, founde me to whom I sayde Sawe ye not hym whom my soule loueth?
136 Ryuers of waters gushe out of myne eyes: because men kepe not thy lawe.
33 Thyne eyes shall beholde straunge women, and thyne heart shall vtter lewde thinges:
11 And myne eye shall see those that lye in wayte for me: myne eare shall heare the malitious persons that rise vp agaynst me.
21 I am sore vexed, because of the hurt of my people, I am heauie and abashed:
5 Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue set me on fire: Thy heery lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead.
15 Myne eyes be alwayes turned vnto God: for he wyll take my feete out of the net.
16 Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
10 She that is myne enemie, shall loke vpon it and be confounded, which nowe sayth, Where is the Lorde thy God? myne eyes shall beholde her when she shalbe troden downe as the myre in the streetes.
9 My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.
22 Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
18 And sing a mourning song of vs, that the teares may fall out of our eyes, and that our eye liddes may gushe out of water.
9 The women of my people haue ye shut out from their pleasaunt houses, and taken away myne excellent giftes from their children.
8 Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.
8 For mine eyes loke vnto thee O God the Lorde: in thee is my trust, cast not my soule out of me.