Lamentations 3:20
Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
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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.
21Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
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.
5Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
3When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
10Sela. 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.
4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
7When my soule faynted within me, I thought vpon the LORDE: and my prayer came in vnto the, euen in to thy holy temple.
6My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
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.
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.
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.
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
6For whe I pondre & considre this, I am afrayed, and my flesh is smytten with feare.
3My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
3I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
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?
6I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
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.
3For I knowlege my fautes, and my synne is euer before me.
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
52I remembre thy euerlastinge iudgmentes (o LORDE) and am comforted.
3The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
6My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
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.
6Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
7Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
13Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
3The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.
4My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
7The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
12And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
25For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
19In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
28My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.