Lamentations 3:13

Coverdale Bible (1535)

The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 6:4 : 4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
  • Job 41:28 : 28 He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them
  • Deut 32:23 : 23 I wil heape myscheues vpo them, I wil spende all myne arowes at them.

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  • Lam 3:11-12
    2 verses
    88%

    11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.

    12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.

  • Job 16:12-14
    3 verses
    84%

    12I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.

    13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.

    14He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.

  • 2For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.

  • 13He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.

  • 21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 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.

  • 4For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.

  • 5Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.

  • 2he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,

  • 4Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.

  • Lam 3:14-16
    3 verses
    74%

    14I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.

    15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.

    16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.

  • 7But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.

  • 2For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.

  • Lam 3:3-6
    4 verses
    73%

    3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.

    4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.

    5He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.

    6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.

  • Job 20:24-25
    2 verses
    73%

    24so that yf he fle the yron weapens, he shall be shott with the stele bowe.

    25The arowe shal be taken forth, & go out at his backe, and a glisteringe swearde thorow ye gall of him, feare shal come vpo him.

  • Ps 37:14-15
    2 verses
    72%

    14The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.

    15Neuertheles, their swerde shal go thorow their owne hert, and their bowe shalbe broke.

  • 23Though the quyuers rattle vpon him, though the speare and shilde glistre:

  • 35He teacheth my handes to fighte, and bendeth the stele bowe with myne armes.

  • 28He starteth not awaye for him that bendeth the bowe, & as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them

  • 23I wil heape myscheues vpo them, I wil spende all myne arowes at them.

  • 17My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.

  • 34He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.

  • 3For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.

  • 23so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo.

  • 20Considre (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.

  • 14Thou cursest his septers, the captayne of his men of warre: which come as a stormy wynde to scatre me abrode, & are glad when they maye eat vp ye poore secretly.

  • 12Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them.

  • 3The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.

  • 9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.

  • 4He hath bent his bowe like an enemie, he hath fastened his right honde as an aduersary; and euery thinge that was pleasaut to se, he hath smyten it downe. He hath poured out his wrath like a fyre, in to the tabernacle of the doughter Sion.

  • 4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.

  • 3And the battayll was sore agaynst Saul, & the archers fell vpon him with bowes, and he was sore wounded of the archers.

  • 3And the battayll was sore agaynst Saul. And the archers came vpon him, so that he was wounded of the archers

  • 27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.

  • 3Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 13I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.

  • 3As for thy bowe, I wil smyte it out of thy left honde, and cast thine arowes out of thy right honde.

  • 11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.