Lamentations 3:18
I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
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17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
15 where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
10 My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
19 Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
13 Isn't it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
21 This I recall to my mind; therefore have I hope.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
24 Yahweh is my portion, says my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
15 For in you, Yahweh, do I hope. You will answer, Lord my God.
81 My soul faints for your salvation. I hope in your word.
82 My eyes fail for your word. I say, "When will you comfort me?"
2 For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
22 As for me, I said in my haste, "I am cut off from before your eyes." Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
13 From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
5 For you are my hope, Lord Yahweh; my confidence from my youth.
23 He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
4 I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
19 But don't be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
14 But I trust in you, Yahweh. I said, "You are my God."
10 I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
20 See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
54 Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
5 I wait for Yahweh. My soul waits. I hope in his word.
1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
17 For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
17 Don't be a terror to me: you are my refuge in the day of evil.
9 I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
20 Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.
7 But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.