Lamentations 3:18

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 17:15 : 15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
  • Ezek 37:11 : 11 And He saith unto me, `Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel; lo, they are saying: Dried up have our bones, And perished hath our hope, We have been cut off by ourselves.
  • Ps 31:22 : 22 And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
  • Ps 116:11 : 11 I said in my haste, `Every man `is' a liar.'
  • 1 Sam 27:1 : 1 And David saith unto his heart, `Now am I consumed one day by the hand of Saul; there is nothing for me better than that I diligently escape unto the land of the Philistines, and Saul hath been despairing of me -- of seeking me any more in all the border of Israel, and I have escaped out of his hand.'
  • Job 6:11 : 11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

Similar Verses (AI)

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

  • 15 And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

  • Job 19:9-10
    2 verses
    79%

    9 Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.

    10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

  • 10 My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.

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

  • Ps 31:9-10
    2 verses
    77%

    9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

    10 For 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.

  • 11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

  • 4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

  • 7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.

  • 13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?

  • 21 This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.

  • 18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.

  • 24 My portion `is' Jehovah, hath my soul said, Therefore I hope for Him.

  • 15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

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

  • 6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

  • 15 Because for Thee, O Jehovah, I have waited, Thou dost answer, O Lord my God.

  • Ps 119:81-82
    2 verses
    74%

    81 `Kaph.' Consumed for Thy salvation hath been my soul, For Thy word I have hoped.

    82 Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'

  • 2 For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

  • 11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

  • 22 And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.

  • Lam 1:13-14
    2 verses
    74%

    13 From 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.

    14 Bound 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.

  • 16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

  • 5 For Thou `art' my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.

  • 23 He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

  • 4 And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)

  • 12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

  • 19 And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

  • 1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.

  • 11 My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

  • 14 And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my God.'

  • 10 `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.

  • 20 See, 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.

  • 54 Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.

  • 5 I hoped `for' Jehovah -- hoped hath my soul, And for His word I have waited.

  • 1 To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

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

  • 16 For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

  • Jer 10:19-20
    2 verses
    72%

    19 Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.

    20 My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.

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

  • 17 For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.

  • 17 Be not Thou to me for a terror, My hope `art' Thou in a day of evil.

  • 9 I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

  • 20 Reproach 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.

  • 7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,