Lamentations 3:19
Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!
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20Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.
21This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.
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.
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.
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
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.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
9Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
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.
18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
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,
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
20See, 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.
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.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' 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.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.
18See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
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.
10And I say: `My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'
7I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
1My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
2Also -- to-day `is' my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
26For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
4For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
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.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.