Lamentations 3:7
He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
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8 Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9 He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
10 A bear lying in wait He `is' to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
12 He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
1 I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
2 Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
3 Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
5 He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6 In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
6 Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8 My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
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.
11 And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
53 They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
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.
11 He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
11 Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
3 For 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.
4 And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
6 The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12 At 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.
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
3 For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.
10 And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,
5 Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.
3 When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
3 Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
18 He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
8 Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
15 He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
5 Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
17 For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
5 The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
12 A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
8 And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?