Jeremiah 20:17
because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
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18 Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11 Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
12 Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
14 Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
15 Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tidinges, to make him glad, sayenge: thou hast gotten a sonne.
16 Let it happen vnto that man, as to the cities which ye LORDE turned vpside downe (when he had longe herde the wicked rumoure of them)
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
18 (for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
15 He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
16 When the poore desyred enythinge at me, haue I denyed it them? Haue I caused ye wyddowe stonde waytinge for me in vayne?
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
20 O yt all copassion vpon the were forgotte: yt their daynties were wormes: that they were clene put out of remembraunce, & vtterly hewe downe like an vnfrutefull tre.
3 lost be that daye, wherin I was borne: and the night, in the which it was sayde: there is a manchilde conceaued.
5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
22 My neghbours that are rounde aboute me, hast thou called, as it were to a feast daye: so that in the daye of the LORDES wrath none escaped, nether was eny left behinde. Those that I had brought vp & norisshed, hath myne enemy destroyed.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
10 O mother, alas that euer thou dydest beare me, an enemie and hated of the whole londe: Though I neuer lente ner receaued vpon vsury, yet euery man speake euell vpon me.
1 Herken vnto me, ye Iles, and take hede ye people from farre: The LORDE hath called me fro my byrth, and made mecion of my name fro my mothers wobe:
20 and she rose vp in the nighte, and toke my sonne fro my syde (where thy handmayde slepte,) and layed it in hir arme, and hir deed sonne layed she in myne arme.
21 And whan I rose vp in the mornynge to geue my sonne sucke, beholde, he was deed. But in the mornynge I loked well, and beholde, it was not my sonne, whom I had borne.
5 No man regarded the so moch, as to do eny of these thinges for ye, or to shewe the soch fauoure, but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon ye felde, yee despised wast thou in the daye of thy byrth.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
19 But I (as a meke lambe) was caried awaye to be slayne: not knowinge, that they had deuysed soch a councel agaynst me, sayenge: We will destroye his meate with wod, and dryue him out of the londe of the lyuynge, that his name shal neuer be thought vpon.
12 that she be not as one that commeth deed out of his mothers wombe: It hath eaten vp half hir flesh allready.
3 For when I myself was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother,
13 Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him, as vpon a woman that traualeth. An vndiscrete sonne is he: for he considreth not, that he shulde not haue bene able to haue endured in the tyme of his byrth,
19 Thy sede shalbe like as the sonde in the see, & the frute of thy body, like the grauel stones therof: Thy name shal not be roted out, nor destroyed before me.
18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
16 Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
3 Yf no, I shal strype her naked, & set her, euen as she came in to ye worlde: Yee I shal laye hir waist, and make her like a wildernesse, and slaye her for thyrste.
20 He broughte me forth in to liberty: he delyuered me, because he had a fauoure vnto me.
27 Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,