Lamentations 5:15
The ioy of our heart is gone, our daunce is turned into mourning.
The ioy of our heart is gone, our daunce is turned into mourning.
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13They tooke the yong men to grinde, and the children fell vnder the wood.
14The Elders haue ceased from the gate and the yong men from their songs.
16The crowne of our head is fallen: wo nowe vnto vs, that we haue sinned.
17Therefore our heart is heauy for these things, our eyes are dimme,
7The wine faileth, the vine hath no might: all that were of merie heart, doe mourne.
8The mirth of tabrets ceaseth: the noyse of them that reioyce, endeth: the ioye of the harpe ceaseth.
10And gladnes is taken away, and ioy out of the plentifull fielde: and in the vineyardes shall be no singing nor shouting for ioy: the treader shall not tread wine in the wine presses: I haue caused the reioycing to cease.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
11There is a crying for wine in the streetes: al ioy is darkened: the mirth of the world is gone away.
13Then shall ye virgine reioyce in the dance, and the yong men and the old men together: for I wil turne their mourning into ioy, and wil comfort them, and giue them ioy for their sorowes.
16Is not the meate cut off before our eyes? & ioy, and gladnesse from the house of our God?
17The seede is rotten vnder their cloddes: the garners are destroyed: the barnes are broken downe, for the corne is withered.
12The vine is dried vp, and the figge tree is decayed: the pomegranate tree & the palme tree, and the apple tree, euen all the trees of the fielde are withered: surely the ioy is withered away from the sonnes of men.
11Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.
13Euen in laughing the heart is sorowful, and the ende of that mirth is heauinesse.
9For thus sayth the Lord of hostes, the God of Israel, Beholde, I wil cause to cease out of this place in your eyes, euen in your dayes the voyce of myrth, and the voyce of gladnes, the voyce of the bridegrome and the voyce of the bride.
8Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9The meate offring, & the drinke offring is cut off from the House of the Lord: the Priests the Lords ministers mourne.
10The fielde is wasted: the lande mourneth: for the corne is destroyed: the new wine is dried vp, and the oyle is decayed.
33And ioye, and gladnesse is taken from the plentifull fielde, and from the land of Moab: and I haue caused wine to faile from the winepresse: none shall treade with shouting: their shouting shall be no shouting.
9Suffer afflictions, and sorrowe ye, and weepe: let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your ioy into heauinesse.
13A ioyfull heart maketh a chearefull countenance: but by the sorow of the heart the minde is heauie.
4The wayes of Zion lament, because no man commeth to the solemne feastes: all her gates are desolate: her Priests sigh: her virgins are discomfited, and she is in heauinesse.
34Then I will cause to cease from the cities of Iudah and from the streetes of Ierusalem the voice of mirth & the voice of gladnesse, the voice of the bridegrom & the voice of the bride: for the lande shalbe desolate.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
10Moreouer I will take from them the voyce of mirth and the voyce of gladnesse, the voyce of the bridegrome and the voyce of the bride, the noise of the milstones, and the light of the candle.
18And let them make haste, & let them take vp a lamentation for vs, that our eyes may cast out teares & our eye liddes gush out of water.
19For a lamentable noyse is heard out of Zion, Howe are we destroyed, and vtterly confounded, for we haue forsaken the land, and our dwellings haue cast vs out.
17And say, We haue piped vnto you, and ye haue not daunced, we haue mourned vnto you, and ye haue not lamented.
5For thus saith the Lord, Enter not into the house of mourning, neither goe to lament, nor be moued for the: for I haue taken my peace, fro this people, saith the Lord, euen mercy & compassion.
20The haruest is past, the sommer is ended, and we are not holpen.
15We looked for peace, but no good came, & for a time of health, and behold troubles.
3(7:5) Anger is better then laughter: for by a sad looke the heart is made better.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
3Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased their ioye: they haue reioyced before thee according to the ioye in haruest, and as men reioyce when they deuide a spoyle.
2Wee hanged our harpes vpon the willowes in the middes thereof.
3Then they that ledde vs captiues, required of vs songs and mirth, when wee had hanged vp our harpes, saying, Sing vs one of the songs of Zion.
14Beholde, my seruants shal sing for ioye of heart, and ye shal crye for sorow of heart, and shal howle for vexation of minde.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
15All the dayes of the afflicted are euill: but a good conscience is a continuall feast.
2Iudah hath mourned, and the gates thereof are desolate, they haue bene brought to heauinesse vnto the grounde, and the cry of Ierusalem goeth vp.
13Therefore my people is gone into captiuitie, because they had no knowledge, and the glorie thereof are men famished, and the multitude thereof is dried vp with thirst.
4A time to weepe, and a time to laugh: a time to mourne, and a time to dance.
5Awake ye drunkards, and weepe, & howle all ye drinkers of wine, because of the newe wine: for it shalbe pulled from your mouth.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
12They take the tabret & harpe, and reioyce in the sound of the organs.
5They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioy.
15Comfort vs according to the dayes that thou hast afflicted vs, and according to the yeeres that we haue seene euill.
18They hunt our steppes that we cannot goe in our streetes: our ende is neere, our dayes are fulfilled, for our ende is come.
10She is emptie and voyde and waste, and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and sorowe is in all loynes, and the faces of the all gather blackenesse.