Lamentations 3:9
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
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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.
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.
12 Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
13 My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
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.
7 He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
8 Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
10 Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,
11 He doth put in the stocks my feet, He doth watch all my paths.'
53 They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
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.
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.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
11 Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12 On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13 They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
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.
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.
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.
6 A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
10 And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,
7 Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.
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.
27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
5 To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
11 On His step hath my foot laid hold, His way I have kept, and turn not aside,
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
23 To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?
4 Doth not He see my ways, And all my steps number?
16 And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
2 As nothing, have my steps slipped, For I have been envious of the boastful,
3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
17 Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
15 Whose paths `are' crooked, Yea, they are perverted in their ways.