Lamentations 4:20
The very breth of oure mouth; euen the anoynted LORDE himself shalbe take in oure synnes, of whom we saye: Vnder his shadowe we shal be preserued amonge the Heithen.
The very breth of oure mouth; euen the anoynted LORDE himself shalbe take in oure synnes, of whom we saye: Vnder his shadowe we shal be preserued amonge the Heithen.
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17Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,
18They laye so sharpe waite for vs, that we can not go safe vpon the stretes: for oure ende is come, oure dayes are fulfilled, oure ende is here.
19Oure persecuters are swifter then the Aegles of the ayre: they folowed vpon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layed wait for vs in ye wildernesse.
19Oure hert is not turned backe, nether oure steppes gone out of thy waye.
12let us swalowe the vp like ye hell, let us deuoure the quycke and whole, as those that go downe in to the pytt.
28His breath like a vehement floude of water, which goeth vp to the throte. That he maye take awaye ye people, which haue turned them selues vnto vanite, and the brydle of erroure, that lieth in other folkes chawes.
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.
4How longe shall the londe mourne, and all the herbes off the felde perish, for the wickednes off them that dwell therin? The catell and the byrdes are gone, yet saye they: tush, God will not destroye vs vtterly.
4We are become an open shame vnto oure enemies, a very scorne and derision vnto them that are rounde aboute vs.
23Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
25For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
19and thou art cast out of thy graue like a wilde braunch: like as dead mens rayment that are shott thorow with the swerde: as they that go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete:
19But I (as a meke lambe) was caried awaye to be slayne: not knowinge, that they had deuysed soch a councel agaynst me, sayenge: We will destroye his meate with wod, and dryue him out of the londe of the lyuynge, that his name shal neuer be thought vpon.
3Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
8Then came the Heithen together on euery syde out of all countrees agaynst him, layed their nettes for him, and toke him in their pytte.
45Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heithen.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
7Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull.
17for they shal go downe to hell wt him, vnto the that be slayne with the swearde, which dwelt afore vnder the shadow off his arme amoge the Heithe.
3My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
22Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
3Yee the waters had drowned vs, the streame had gone ouer oure soule.
11They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
51Remebre LORDE the rebuke that ye multitude of the people do vnto thy seruauntes, & how I haue borne it in my bosome.
6Oure soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of ye fouler:
7ye snare is broke, and we are delyuered.
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.
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,
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
5Oure neckes are vnder persecucion, we are weery, and haue no rest.
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.
10For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
20that their increase shal be hewen downe, & their posterite consumed with the fyre.
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.
14It cometh on fast, it maketh haist to apeare: It shal not perish, yt it shulde not be able to destroye, nether shal it fayle for faute of norishinge.
4Oure soule is fylled wt the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, & with ye despitefulnesse of the proude.
13Thou sellest thy people for naught, & takest no moneye for them.
14Thou makest vs to be rebuked of or neghbours, to be laughed to scorne aud had in derision, of them that are rounde aboute vs.
17Therfore oure hert is full of heuynesse, & oure eyes dymme:
5Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.
26Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.
47Feare and snare is come vpon vs, yee despite and destruccion.
17Let the prestes serue the LORDE betwixte the porch & ye aulter, wepinge & sayenge: be fauourable (o LORDE) be fauourable vnto thy people: let not thine heretage be brought to soch confucion, lest the Heithen be lordes therof. Wherfore shulde they saye amonge the Heithen: where is now their God?
15For ye coforte yor selues thus: Tush, death & we are at a poynte, & as for hell, we haue made a codicion with it: that though there breake out eny sore plage, it shal not come vpon vs. For with disceate wil we escape, and with nymblenes will we defende or selues.
15For we are but pilgrems & straugers before the, as were all oure fathers. Oure life vpon earth is as a shadowe, and here is no abydinge.
11We roare all like Beeres, & mourne stil like doues. We loke for equite, but there is none: for health, but it is farre fro vs.
21And thou (O doughter Edom) that dwellest in the londe of Hus, be glad and reioyce: for the cuppe shal come vnto the also, which whe thou suppest of, thou shalt be droncke.
9For whe God bloweth vpon them, they perysh, and are destroyed thorow the blast of his wrath.
22His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.