Lamentations 3:11
My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
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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.
8Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
10A bear lying in wait He `is' to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
12He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
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.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
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.
11Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
14As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
10Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,
11He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
2Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
11Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
17Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.