Lamentations 3:15
He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
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16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
19O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
20Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
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.
13The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
14I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
17he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
18He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
1I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
2He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
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.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
15Therfore, thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes, the God of Israel: Beholde, I will fede this people with wormwod, and geue the gall to drynke.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
21The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.
9I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
11God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
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.
6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
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.
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.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14Their mouth is full of cursynge and bytternesse.
15What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
20Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
3Thou hast shewed thy people heuy thinges, thou hast geuen vs a drynke off wyne, yt we slobre withall.
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.
6Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
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.
17I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy honde, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes.
23And they gaue him wyne myxted wt myrre, to drynke, & he toke it not.
11and the name of the starre is called Wormwod. And the thyrde parte of the waters was turned to Wormwod. And many men dyed of the waters, because they were made bytter.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
7They shal make my vinyarde waist, they shal pyll of the barckes of my fygetrees, strype them bare, cast them awaye, and make the braunches whyte.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
8And why? God is the iudge: he putteth downe one & setteth vp another.
9there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,