Lamentations 3:4
My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
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.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
14 I 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.
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.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.
7 And 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.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
12 I 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.
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.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
3 Ye eate the flesh of my people, ad flay of their skynne: ye breake their bones, ye choppe them in peces as it were in to a cauldron, ad as flesh into a pot.
17 he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
3 The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
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.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.