Jeremiah 20:18
How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
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17Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
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,
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?
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.
16Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
3Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
1Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
5Beholde, I was borne in iniquitie, and in sinne hath my mother conceiued me.
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.
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)
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?
15(5:14) As hee came foorth of his mothers belly, he shall returne naked to goe as he came, and shal beare away nothing of his labour, which hee hath caused to passe by his hand.
3Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.
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.
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.
21And sayd, Naked came I out of my mothers wombe, and naked shall I returne thither: the Lord hath giuen, and the Lord hath taken it: blessed be the Name of the Lord.
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.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
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.
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.
18The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
15He that hath made me in the wombe, hath he not made him? hath not he alone facioned vs in the wombe?
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
10I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
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.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
17Like as a woman with childe, that draweth neere to the trauaile, is in sorow, and cryeth in her paines, so haue we bene in thy sight, O Lord.
18We haue coceiued, we haue borne in paine, as though we should haue brought forth winde: there was no helpe in the earth, neither did the inhabitants of the world fall.
29If I be wicked, why labour I thus in vaine?
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
47Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
15My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?