Lamentations 3:1
I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
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2Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
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.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
10I have seen the travail that God hath given to the sons of man to be humbled by it.
39What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
9The indignation of Jehovah I do bear, For I have sinned against Him, Till that He doth plead my cause, And hath executed my judgment, He doth bring me forth to the light, I look on His righteousness.
3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
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.
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?
17Lo, the happiness of mortal man, God doth reprove him: And the chastisement of the Mighty despise not,
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.
15If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
7Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
18Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
7I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
1A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
71Good for me that I have been afflicted, That I might learn Thy statutes.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
3In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.
31For unto God hath any said: `I have taken away, I do not corruptly,
67Before I am afflicted, I -- I am erring, And now Thy saying I have kept.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
1A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.