Lamentations 3:29
He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
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30He giveth to his smiter the cheek, He is filled with reproach.
28He sitteth alone, and is silent, For He hath laid `it' upon him.
16And there is hope to the poor, And perverseness hath shut her mouth.
9Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
32If thou hast been foolish in lifting up thyself, And if thou hast devised evil -- hand to mouth!
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
15Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
6Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
20Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.
15And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
13For thou turnest against God thy spirit? And hast brought out words from thy mouth:
29For they have made low, And thou sayest, `Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
26He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness.
13Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
5And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
29And He giveth rest, and who maketh wrong? And hideth the face, and who beholdeth it? And in reference to a nation and to a man, `It is' the same.
20Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words! More hope of a fool than of him.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
13Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
3Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
24Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
21And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
3If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.
14Yea, I am as a man who heareth not, And in his mouth are no reproofs.
18He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.
19And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
4Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.
25For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
9Who knoweth? He doth turn back, and God hath repented, and hath turned back from the heat of His anger, and we do not perish.'
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
30He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
31Who doth declare to his face his way? And `for' that which he hath done, Who doth give recompence to him?
3Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!
22And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
23It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.
19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
39What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?
31Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.