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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11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
12I 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.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
13Hee hath also prepared him deadly weapons: hee will ordeine his arrowes for them that persecute me.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
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.
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
5Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
2And 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,
4It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
14I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
7But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once.
2For 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.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
24He shall flee from the yron weapons, and the bow of steele shal strike him through.
25The arrowe is drawen out, and commeth forth of the body, & shineth of his gall, so feare commeth vpon him.
14The 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.
15But 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.
35He 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:
23I will spend plagues vpon them: I will bestowe mine arrowes vpon them.
17It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
34He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
3For 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:
23Till a dart strike through his liuer, as a bird hasteth to the snare, not knowing that he is in danger.
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.
14Thou 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.
12Therefore shalt thou put them aparte, and the strings of thy bowe shalt thou make readie against their faces.
3The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
4He 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.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
3And when the battel went sore against Saul, the archers and bowmen hit him, and hee was sore wounded of the archers.
3And the battel was sore against Saul; and the archers hit him, and he was wounded of the archers.
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
3Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.
14I 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.
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.
13For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
3And I will smite thy bowe out of thy left hand, and I will cause thine arrowes to fall out of thy right hand.
11And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.