Lamentations 4:8
But now their faces are very black: In so moch, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, and become like a drye stock.
But now their faces are very black: In so moch, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, and become like a drye stock.
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9We must get or lyuynge with the parell of oure lyues, because of the drouth of the wildernesse.
10Oure skynne is as it had bene brent in an ouen, for very sore honger.
11The wyues are raueshed in Sion, & the maydens in the cities of Iuda.
30My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
5They that were wonte to fayre delicatly, perishe in the stretes: they that afore were brought vp in purple, make now moch of donge.
6The synne of the doughter of my people is become greater, then ye wickednesse of Sodome, that sodely was destroyed, and not taken with hondes.
7Hir absteyners (or Nazarees) were whyter then ye snowe or mylke: their coloure was fresh read as the Corall, their beutie like the Saphyre.
21In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
6The folke shalbe afrayed of him, all faces shal be as blacke as a pot.
16But they that feare the horefrost, the snowe shal fall vpon them.
17When their tyme cometh, they shalbe destroyed and perishe: and when they be set on fyre, they shalbe remoued out of their place,
5I am black (o ye doughters of Ierusale) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Salomon:
6but yet am I faire & welfauoured withal. Maruell not at me yt I am so black, & why? ye Sonne hath shyned vpo me. For whan my mothers childre had euell wil at me, they made me ye keper of the vynyarde. Thus was I fayne to kepe a vynyarde, which was not myne owne.
9They that be slayne with the swearde, are happier, then soch as dye of honger, and perishe awaye famishinge for the frutes of the felde.
10Thus must she be spoyled, emptied & clene striped out: that their hertes maye be melted awaye, their knees treble, all their loynes be weake, and their faces blacke as a pot.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
11his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:
18they shall gyrde them selues with sack cloth, feare shal fall vpon them. Their faces shall be confouded, and their heades balde:
2But ye hate the good, and loue the euell: ye plucke of mens skynnes, and the flesh from their bones:
3Ye 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.
7Their eyes swell for fatnesse, they do euen what they lyst.
9The chaunginge of their countenaunce bewrayeth them, yee they declare their owne synnes them selues, as the Sodomites, & hyde the not. Wo be vnto their soules, for they shalbe heuely rewarded.
16In the night season they search the houses, and hyde them selues in the daye tyme, but wil not knowe ye light
17For as soone as the daye breaketh, the shadowe of death commeth vpo them, and they go in horrible darcknesse.
21I am sore vexed, because of the hurte of my people: I am heuy and abashed,
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
3For very misery & honger, they wente aboute in the wildernesse like wretches & beggers,
5My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
5but be couered with darcknesse, and the shadowe of death. Let the dymme cloude fall vpon it, and let it be lapped in with sorowe.
14So that these blynde men wete stomblinge in the stretes, and stayned themselues wt bloude, which els wolde touche no bloudy cloth.
22and beholde, there is trouble and darcknesse, vexacion is rounde aboute him, and the cloude of erroure And out of soch aduersite, shall he not escape.
6From the sole of the foote vnto the heade, there is no whole parte in all yor body: but all are woundes, botches, sores and strypes, which can nether be helped, bounde vp, molified, ner eased with eny oyntment.
7Youre londe lieth waist, youre cities are brent vp, youre enemies deuoure youre londe, and ye must be fayne to stonde, and loke vpon it: and it is desolate, as it were with enemies in a batell.
14Beholde, they shalbe like strawe, which yf it be kindled with fyre, no man maye rydde it for the vehemence of the flame: And yet it geueth no zynders to warme a ma by, ner cleare fyre to syt by.
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.
12youre remembraunce shalbe like the dust, & youre pryde shalbe turned to claye.
14In so moch that they runne in to darcknesse by fayre daye, and grope aboute them at the noone daye, like as in the night.
17And when they haue nomore bred ner water, one shal be destroyed with another, and famish awaye for their wickednesse.
10In so moch that they let them go naked without clothinge, and yet the hungrie beare the sheeues.
11The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.
23The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleue so fast together, that he can not be moued.
30They shal lift vp their voyce because off the, and make a lamentable crye. They shall cast dust vpon their heades, ad lye downe in the asshes.
7Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull.
23Let their table be made a snare to take them selues withall, an occasion to fall & a rewarde vnto them.
20They shalbe destroyed from the mornynge vnto the euenynge: yee they shall perish, or euer they be awarre:
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
14Thus their soule perisheth in foolishnesse, and their lyfe wt ye condened.
16Their arowes are sodane death, yee they them selues be very giauntes.
9straungers haue deuoured his strength, yet he regardeth it not: he waxeth ful of gray haires, yet wil he not knowe it: