Lamentations 3:13
Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
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11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12 He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
2 For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
13 Hee hath also prepared him deadly weapons: hee will ordeine his arrowes for them that persecute me.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
13 From 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.
4 For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
5 Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
2 And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,
4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
14 I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15 He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
7 But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once.
2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
3 Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
24 He shall flee from the yron weapons, and the bow of steele shal strike him through.
25 The arrowe is drawen out, and commeth forth of the body, & shineth of his gall, so feare commeth vpon him.
14 The wicked haue drawen their sworde, and haue bent their bowe, to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of vpright conuersation.
15 But their sword shall enter into their owne heart, and their bowes shalbe broken.
23 (39:26) Though the quiuer rattle against him, the glittering speare and the shield.
35 He teacheth mine handes to fight, so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
28 (41:19) The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
23 I will spend plagues vpon them: I will bestowe mine arrowes vpon them.
17 It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
34 He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
23 Till a dart strike through his liuer, as a bird hasteth to the snare, not knowing that he is in danger.
20 Behold, 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.
14 Thou didest strike thorowe with his owne staues the heades of his villages: they came out as a whirle winde to scatter me: their reioycing was as to deuoure the poore secretly.
12 Therefore shalt thou put them aparte, and the strings of thy bowe shalt thou make readie against their faces.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
4 He hath bent his bowe like an enemie: his right hand was stretched vp as an aduersarie, and slewe al that was pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: he powred out his wrath like fire.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
3 And when the battel went sore against Saul, the archers and bowmen hit him, and hee was sore wounded of the archers.
3 And the battel was sore against Saul; and the archers hit him, and he was wounded of the archers.
27 My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
3 Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.
14 I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
3 Therefore 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.
13 For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
3 And I will smite thy bowe out of thy left hand, and I will cause thine arrowes to fall out of thy right hand.
11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.