Lamentations 3:13
The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.