Lamentations 3:14
I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
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6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
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.
9And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
10They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
6And I `am' a worm, and no man, A reproach of man, and despised of the people.
7All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
11Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.
8All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
7Thou hast persuaded me, O Jehovah, and I am persuaded; Thou hast hardened me, and dost prevail, I have been for a laughter all the day, Every one is mocking at me,
8Because from the time I speak I cry out, `Violence and destruction,' I cry, For the word of Jehovah hath been to me For reproach and for derision all the day.
11And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.
12Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
25And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
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.
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.
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.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
16With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.
13Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a reproach to our surrounders.
14Thou makest us a simile among nations, A shaking of the head among peoples.
15All the day my confusion `is' before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
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.
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
5All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts `are' for evil,
4We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
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.
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.
21And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.
17I have not sat in an assembly of deriders, Nor do I exult, because of thy hand, -- Alone I have sat, For `with' indignation Thou hast filled me.
4A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.
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.
10For I have heard the evil report of many, Fear `is' round about: `Declare, and we declare it,' All mine allies are watching `for' my halting, `Perhaps he is enticed, and we prevail over him, And we take our vengeance out of him.'
10With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
2If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
3My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
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.