Lamentations 3:16

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.

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Referenced Verses

  • Prov 20:17 : 17 Sweet to a man `is' the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled `with' gravel.
  • Jer 6:26 : 26 O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
  • Ps 3:7 : 7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
  • Ps 58:6 : 6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
  • Ps 102:9 : 9 Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
  • Job 2:8 : 8 And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.
  • Job 4:10 : 10 The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
  • Jonah 3:6 : 6 seeing the word doth come unto the king of Nineveh, and he riseth from his throne, and removeth his honourable robe from off him, and spreadeth out sackcloth, and sitteth on the ashes,
  • Matt 7:9 : 9 `Or what man is of you, of whom, if his son may ask a loaf -- a stone will he present to him?
  • Luke 11:11 : 11 `And of which of you -- the father -- if the son shall ask a loaf, a stone will he present to him? and if a fish, will he instead of a fish, a serpent present to him?

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  • 17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.

  • Lam 3:14-15
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    14I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.

    15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.

  • Lam 3:2-7
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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.

  • 19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

  • Lam 3:9-11
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    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.

    11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.

  • Job 16:7-15
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    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.

    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.

    15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

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    9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

    10From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

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    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.

  • 20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

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    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.

  • 19Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

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    3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

    4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

    5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

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    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.

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  • 53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.

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    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.

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    7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

  • 24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

  • 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.

  • 2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

  • 3For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.