Lamentations 1:22
Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
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20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.
23And Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast known, All their counsel against me `is' for death, Thou dost not cover over their iniquity, Nor their sin from before Thee blottest out, And they are made to stumble before Thee, In the time of Thine anger work against them!
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
17The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.
18See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.
19See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
11All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
14Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
12For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
3Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
24Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.
11Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
18For mine iniquity I declare, I am sorry for my sin.
12And, O Jehovah of Hosts, trier of the righteous, Beholder of reins and heart, I do see Thy vengeance out of them, For unto Thee I have revealed my cause.
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
8Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
3Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions -- Thou dost cover them.
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
60Thou hast seen all their vengeance, All their thoughts of me.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.
20And O Jehovah of Hosts, judging righteousness, Trying reins and heart, I do see Thy vengeance against them, For unto Thee I have revealed my cause.'
20This `is' the wage of mine accusers from Jehovah, And of those speaking evil against my soul.
2My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
15Thou, Thou hast known, O Jehovah, Remember me, and inspect me, And take vengeance for me of my pursuers, In Thy long-suffering take me not away, Know -- I have borne for Thee reproach.
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
1A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
2Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?
8All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.