Lamentations 1:20
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.
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.
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18Thy wayes and thy thoughtes, haue brought the vnto this, this is thyne owne wickednesse and disobediece, that hath possessed thyne hert:
19Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
11All hir people seke their bred with heuynes, & loke what precious thinge euery man hath, that geueth he for meate, to saue his life. Considre (O LORDE) and se, how vyle I am become.
12O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
14The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
19Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
16Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
3With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
16Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
18The LORDE is rightuous, for I haue prouoked his countenaunce vnto anger. O take hede all ye people, and considre my heuynes: My maydens and my yonge men are led awaye in to captiuyte.
19I called for my louers (but they begyled me:) for my prestes and councelers, but they perished: euen while they sought for meate, to saue their lyues.
22I go hence like ye shadowe that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as ye greshoppers.
11Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorow wepinge, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the children and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cite.
20Therfore I will beseke the now (o LORDE of hoostes) thou rightuous iudge, thou that tryest the reynes and the hertes: let me se the auenged of them, for vnto the haue I committed my cause.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
12For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
2Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
13Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
12And now, o LORDE of hoostes, thou rightuous sercher) which knowest the reynes and the very hertes:) let me se them punyshed, for vnto the I committe my cause.
11Wherfore my bely robled (as it had bene a lute) for Moabs sake, & myne inwarde membres, for the bryck walles sake.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
3But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
22Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
15My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
5Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
11O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
19Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? (sayde I) Dost thou so abhorre Sio? Or hast thou so plaged vs, that we can be healed nomore? We loked for peace, and there cometh no good: for the tyme of health, & lo, here is nothinge but trouble.