Lamentations 5:14
The elders syt no more vnder the gates, and the yonge men vse nomore playenge of Musick.
The elders syt no more vnder the gates, and the yonge men vse nomore playenge of Musick.
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15The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.
12The prynces are hanged vp with the honde of the enemies, they haue not spared the olde sage men,
13they haue taken yonge mens lyues from them, and the boyes are hanged vp vpon trees.
7The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
8The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:
3when the kepers of the house shall tremble, and when the stronge men shal bowe them selues: when the Myllers stonde still because they be so fewe, and when the sight of the wyndowes shal waxe dymme:
4whan the dores in the stretes shal be shutt, and whan ye voyce of the Myller shall be layed downe: whan men shall ryse vp at the voyce of the byrde, and whan all ye doughters of musyck shalbe brought lowe:
5whan men shal feare in hye places, and be afrayed in the stretes: whan the Almonde tre shalbe despysed, the greshopper borne out, and whan greate pouerte shall breake in: when man goeth to his longe home, and the mourners go aboute the stretes.
12Yonge men & maydes, olde men and children.
11They sende forth their children by flockes, and their sonnes lede the daunce.
12They beare with them tabrettes and harpes, and haue instrumentes of musick at their pleasure.
12In whose companies are harpes and lutes, tabrettes and pipes, and wyne. But they regarde not the worke of the LORDE, and cosidre not the operacio of his hondes.
13Therfore cometh my folck also in captiuyte, because they haue no vnderstondynge. Their glory shalbe myxte with huger, and their pryde shalbe marred for thurste.
7when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
8whe the yonge me (as soone as they sawe me) hyd the selues, & when the aged arose, & stode vp vnto me:
10The Senatours of the doughter Sion sit vpon the grounde in sylence, they haue strowed a?shes vpon their heades, and gyrded them selues with sack cloth. The maydens of Ierusalem hange downe their heades to the grounde.
10Myrth and chere was gone out of ye felde & vynyardes, in so moch, that no man was glad ner sunge. There wete no treader in to the wynepresse, their mery chere was layde downe.
13Then shal the mayde reioyce in the daunce, yee both yonge and olde folkes. For I will turne their sorow in to gladnesse, and will comforte them, and make them ioyfull, euen from their hertes.
11In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
12Desolacion shal remayne in the cities, and the gates shalbe smytten with waistnesse.
7And therfore ye whole worlde is now at rest and quyetnesse, & men synge for ioye.
2ye captayne and the soudyare, ye iudge and the prophete, the wyse and the aged ma,
13Thus wil I brynge the melody of thy songes, & the voyce of thy mynstrelsy to an ende, so that they shal nomore be herde.
12The grape gatherers shal make greate mone, when the vynyarde & fygetrees be so vtterly waisted. Yee all the pomgarnettes, palmtrees, apletrees, & the other trees of the felde shall wyther awaye. Thus the mery cheare of the children of men, shal come to confucion.
13Gyrde you, & make yor mone, o ye prestes: mourne ye ministres of the aulter: go youre waye in, & slepe in sack cloth, o ye officers of my God: for the meat & drynkofferynge shalbe taken awaye from the house of yor God.
4Thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes: There shall yet olde men and women dwel agayne in the stretes of Ierusalem: yee and soch as go with staues in their hondes for very age.
5The stretes of the cite also shalbe full of yonge boyes and damselles, playnge vpon the stretes.
11Wha ye archers cried betwene ye drawers of water, then was it spoke of ye righteousnes of the LORDE, of the righteousnes of his husbande men in Israel: then ruled the people of the LORDE vnder the gates.
9For thus saieth the LORDE off hoostes the God off Israel: Beholde, I shall take awaye out of this place, the voyce off myrth ad gladnesse, the voyce off the brydegrome and off the bryde: yee and that in youre dayes, that ye maye se it.
25The syngers go before, and then the mynstrells amonge the maydens with the tymbrels.
31my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
21Yonge & olde lye behinde the stretes vpon the grounde, my maydens & yonge men are slayne with the swearde: whom thou in the daye of thy wrothfull indignacion hast put to death: Yee euen thou hast put them to death, & not spared them.
16But where vnto shal I licke this generacion? It is like vnto childre which syt in the market, and call vnto their felowes,
9For the meate & drynkofferynge shalbe taken awaye from the house of the LORDE: & the prestes ye LORDES ministers shal mourne.
5ye that synge to the lute, and in playenge off instrumentes compare youre selues vnto Dauid:
2Iuda shal mourne, men shall not go moch more thorow his gates: the londe shal be nomore had in reputacion, & the crie of Ierusale shal breake out.
10Pvt awaye displeasure out of yi hert, & remoue euell from thy body: for childehode and youth is but vanite.
16Shal not ye meates be taken awaye before oure eyes, the myrth also & ioye from the house of oure God?
30Children are weery and faynt, and the strongest men fall:
34And as for the voyce of myrth & gladnesse of the cities of Iuda, & Ierusalem, the voyce of the brydegrome and of the bryde: I will make them ceasse, for the londe shal be desolate.
4The stretes of Sion mourne, because no man commeth more to the solempne feastes: All hir gates are desolate, hir prestes make lamentacion, hir maydens are carefull, and she herself is in greate heuynesse.
23Awaye with that noyse of thy songes, I wil not heare thy playes of musick:
16& gather the people together: warne the congregacion, gather the elders, bringe the children & suclynges together. Let ye brydegrome go forth of his chabre, & the bryde out of her closet.
4then shalt thou vse this mockage vpon ye kinge of Babilon, & saye: How happeneth it yt ye oppressour leaueth of? It ye golden tribute come to an ende?
64The fyre consumed their yonge men, and their maydes were not geuen to mariage.
10Morouer, I will take from them the voyce of gladnesse and solace, the voyce of the brydegrome & the bryde, the voyce of the anoynted, with the cre?shettes:
7and shut the dores of the Porche, and put out the lampes, and brent no incense, & offred no burntsacrifyces in the Sanctuary vnto the God of Israel.
21Namely thus: Deeth is clymme vp in at oure wyndowes, he is come in to oure houses, to destroye the childe before the dore, & ye yonge man in the strete.
32They are like vnto childre which syt in the market, and crye one to another, and saye: We haue pyped vnto you, and ye haue not daunsed: we haue mourned vnto you, & ye haue not wepte.
25But fro fyftie yeare forth, they shal ceasse from the waitinge of the seruyce therof, and shall mynister nomore,