Lamentations 3:7
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
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8Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
9He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
10He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
1I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
6Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
13From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
11He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
23Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
6The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
10And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,
5The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
3The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
8Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
5The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he covered the darkness from my face.
7The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down.
5The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
8And if they be bound in fetters, and be holden in cords of affliction;
13Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?