Jeremiah 20:17
Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
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18How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
10Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
11Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
12Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
17Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
9But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: and let not the day wherein my mother bare me, be blessed.
15Cursed be the man, that shewed my father, saying, A man child is borne vnto thee, and comforted him.
16And let that man be as the cities, which the Lord hath ouerturned and repented not: and let him heare the cry in the morning, and the showting at noone tide,
16Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
6Vpon thee haue I beene stayed from the wombe: thou art he that tooke me out of my mothers bowels: my praise shalbe alwaies of thee.
18(For from my youth hee hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue bene a guide vnto her)
15He that hath made me in the wombe, hath he not made him? hath not he alone facioned vs in the wombe?
16If I restrained the poore of their desire, or haue caused the eyes of the widow to faile,
13For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
20The pitifull man shall forget him: the worme shal feele his sweetenes: he shalbe no more remebred, & the wicked shalbe broke like a tree.
3Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
5Beholde, I was borne in iniquitie, and in sinne hath my mother conceiued me.
22Thou hast called as in a solemne daye my terrours rounde about, so that in the day of the Lordes wrath none escaped nor remained: those that I haue nourished and brought vp, hath mine enemie consumed.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
17For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
15My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
16Thine eyes did see me, when I was without forme: for in thy booke were all things written, which in continuance were facioned, when there was none of them before.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
14I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
10Wo is mee, my mother, that thou hast borne mee, a contentious man, and a man that striueth with the whole earth I haue neither lent on vsury, nor men haue lent vnto me on vsurie: yet euery one doeth curse me.
1Heare yee me, O yles, and hearken, yee people from farre. The Lorde hath called me from the wombe, and made mention of my name from my mothers bellie.
20And she rose at midnight, and tooke my sonne from my side, while thine handmaide slept, and layde him in her bosome, and layde her dead sonne in my bosome.
21And when I rose in the morning to giue my sonne sucke, beholde, he was dead: and when I had wel considered him in the morning, beholde, it was not my sonne, whom I had borne.
5None eye pitied thee to do any of these vnto thee, for to haue compassion vpon thee, but thou wast cast out in the open fielde to the contempt of thy person in ye day that thou wast borne.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
18The Lorde hath chastened me sore, but he hath not deliuered me to death.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
19But I was like a lambe, or a bullocke, that is brought to the slaughter, and I knewe not that they had deuised thus against me, saying, Let vs destroy the tree with the fruite thereof, and cut him out of the lande of the liuing, that his name may be no more in memory.
12Let her not, I pray thee, be as one dead, of whome the flesh is halfe consumed, when he commeth out of his mothers wombe.
3For I was my fathers sonne, tender and deare in the sight of my mother,
13The sorowes of a trauailing woman shall come vpon him: he is an vnwise sonne, els would he not stande still at the time, euen at the breaking forth of the children.
19Thy seede also had beene as the sande, and the fruite of thy body like the grauell thereof: his name should not haue bene cut off nor destroied before me.
18O earth, couer not thou my blood, & let my crying finde no place.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
16But I haue not thrust in my selfe for a pastour after thee, neither haue I desired the day of miserie, thou knowest: that which came out of my lips, was right before thee.
15Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
3Lest I strippe her naked, and set her as in the day that shee was borne, and make her as a wildernes, and leaue her like a drie land, and slaie her for thirst.
20And brought me foorth into a large place: he deliuered me, because he fauoured me.
27Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes are consumed within me.