James 4:9
Suffre affliccions: sorowe ye and wepe. Let youre laughter be turned to mornynge, and youre ioye to heuynes.
Suffre affliccions: sorowe ye and wepe. Let youre laughter be turned to mornynge, and youre ioye to heuynes.
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10 Cast downe youre selues before the LORDE, and he shal lift you vp.
2 It is better to go in to an house of mournynge, then in to a bancket house. For there is the ende of all men, and he that is lyuinge, taketh it to herte.
3 It is better to be sory then to laugh, for whe the countenaunce is heuy, the herte is ioyfull.
4 The herte of ye wyse is in the mournynge house, but the hert of the foolish is in the house of myrth.
13 The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
8 Drawe nye to God & he wil drawe nye to you. Clense yor hondes ye synners, and pourge youre hertes ye wauerynge mynded.
4 Blessed are they that mourne: for they shalbe coforted.
15 Be mery with them that are mery and wepe with them that wepe.
25 Wo vnto you that are full, for ye shal honger. Wo vnto you that laugh here, for ye shal wepe and wayle.
20 Verely verely I saye vnto you: Ye shal wepe and lamente, but the worlde shal reioyse: Ye shal be sory, but youre sorowe shal be turned in to ioye.
13 A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
15 The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.
13 Yf eny of you be euell vexed, let hi praye. Yf eny of you be mery, let him singe Psalmes.
9 But now I reioyce, not that ye were sory, but that ye were sory to repentaunce. For ye sorowed godly, so that in nothinge ye were hurte by vs.
10 For godly sorowe causeth repentaunce vnto saluacion, not to be repented of: but worldly sorowe causeth death.
12 And at the same tyme shal ye LORDE of hoostes cal me to wepinge mourninge, to baldnesse and puttinge on of sack clothe.
1 Goo to now ye riche men. Wepe, and howle on yor wretchednes that shal come vpon you.
4 A tyme to wepe, and a tyme to laugh: A tyme to mourne, and a tyme to daunse:
12 Now therfore saieth the LORDE: Turne you vnto me with all youre hertes, with fastinge, wepynge and mournynge:
13 but reioyce, in as moch as ye are partakers of Christes passios, yt wha his glory appeareth, ye maye be mery & glad.
21 Blessed are ye that honger here, for ye shalbe satisfied. Blessed are ye yt wepe here, for ye shal laugh.
18 and singe a mournynge songe of you: that the teares maye fall out of oure eyes, and that oure eye lyddes maye gushe out of water.
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
8 Make yi mone as a virgin doth, yt gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of hir bryde grome.
6 in the which ye shal reioyse, though now for a litle season (yff nede requyre) ye are in heuynes thorow manyfolde temptacions:
8 Wherfore gyrde youre selues aboute wt sack cloth, mourne, and wepe, for the fearfull wrath of the LORDE shal not be withdrawen from you.
11 which setteth vp them of lowe degre, and sendeth prosperite, to those that are in heuynesse:
10 Pvt awaye displeasure out of yi hert, & remoue euell from thy body: for childehode and youth is but vanite.
14 Beholde, my seruauntes shal reioyse for very quietnesse of herte. But ye shal crie for sorow of hert, and coplayne for vexacion of mynde.
22 Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
9 Let the brother of lowe degre reioyce, in yt he is exalted:
30 and they that wepe, be as though they wepte not: and they that reioyse, be as though they reioysed not: & they that bye, be as though they possessed not:
5 Turne oure captiuyte (o LORDE) as the ryuers in the south.
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
11 Yee that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body and goodes)
10 Youre hye feastes will I turne to sorow, and youre songes to mournynge: I wil brynge sack cloth vpo all backes, & baldnes vpo euery heade: yee soch a mournynge wil I sende them, as is made vpon an only begotten sonne, and they shall haue a miserable ende.
21 Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
16 But nowe ye reioyce in youre bostinges. All soche reioysynge is euell.
2 My brethren, counte it exceadynge ioye whe ye fall in to diuers temptacions,
4 The stretes of Sion mourne, because no man commeth more to the solempne feastes: All hir gates are desolate, hir prestes make lamentacion, hir maydens are carefull, and she herself is in greate heuynesse.
30 They shal lift vp their voyce because off the, and make a lamentable crye. They shall cast dust vpon their heades, ad lye downe in the asshes.
14 Proclame a fastynge, call the cogregacion, gather the elders & all the inhabiters of the londe together into the house of the LORDE yor God, & crie vnto the LORDE:
40 Let vs loke well vpon oure owne waies, & remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to ye LORDE.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
25 Heuynesse discorageth ye herte of man, but a good worde maketh it glad agayne.
26 Therfore shal I also laugh in yor destruccion, and mocke you, when ye thinge that ye feare cometh vpon you:
6 Submytte yor selues therfore vnder the mightie hande of God, that he maye exalte you whan the tyme is come.
3 that I might geue vnto them yt mourne in Sion, bewty in the steade of asshes, ioyful oyntmet for sighinge, pleasaunt raymet for an heuy mide: That they might be called excellent in rightuousnesse, a platinge of the LORDE for him to reioyce in.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.