Lamentations 3:19

Coverdale Bible (1535)

O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.

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Referenced Verses

  • Lam 3:5 : 5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
  • Lam 3:15 : 15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
  • Jer 9:15 : 15 Therfore, thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes, the God of Israel: Beholde, I will fede this people with wormwod, and geue the gall to drynke.
  • Neh 9:32 : 32 Now oure God, thou greate God, mightie and terrible, thou that kepest couenaunt and mercy, regarde not a litle all the trauayle yt hath happened vnto vs, & oure kynges, prynces, prestes, prophetes, fathers & all thy people, sence the tyme of the kynges of Assur vnto this daie.
  • Job 7:7 : 7 O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
  • Ps 89:47 : 47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
  • Ps 89:50 : 50 Sela. LORDE, where are thy olde louynge kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy trueth?
  • Ps 132:1 : 1 Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble.

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Lam 3:20-21
    2 verses
    84%

    20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.

    21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.

  • Lam 3:14-18
    5 verses
    84%

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

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

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

    17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.

    18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.

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

  • 1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.

  • Ps 69:20-21
    2 verses
    74%

    20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.

    21 The 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.

  • 19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,

  • 16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

  • 9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.

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

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    73%

    9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

    10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

  • 18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.

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

  • 15 Therfore, thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes, the God of Israel: Beholde, I will fede this people with wormwod, and geue the gall to drynke.

  • 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.

  • Lam 1:20-22
    3 verses
    72%

    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.

    21 They 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.

    22 From 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.

  • Ps 143:3-4
    2 verses
    72%

    3 For 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.

    4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

  • 24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

  • 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.

  • 18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

  • 19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,

  • 17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

  • 18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.

  • Lam 1:12-13
    2 verses
    71%

    12 O 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.

    13 From 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.

  • 10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.

  • 7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.

  • 1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,

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

  • 2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.

  • 20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?

  • 26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?

  • 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.

  • 4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.

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

  • 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

  • 7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.

  • 15 What 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?

  • 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

  • 11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.