Lamentations 3:15
He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
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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.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
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.
14I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
17Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
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.
15Therefore, thus said Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel: Lo, I am causing them -- this people -- to eat wormwood, And I have caused them to drink water of gall,
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.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
9He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
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.
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
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.
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.
14Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness.
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.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
3Thou hast shewn Thy people a hard thing, Thou hast caused us to drink wine of trembling.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
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.
23and they were giving him to drink wine mingled with myrrh, and he did not receive.
11and the name of the star is called Wormwood, and the third of the waters doth become wormwood, and many of the men did die of the waters, because they were made bitter.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
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.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
8For a cup `is' in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.