Lamentations 3:11
He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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2He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.
3Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
8Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
10He layeth wayte for me lyke a beare, and as a lion in a hole.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
13The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
11God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked.
12I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bounde fast to his hande, they are wrapped or writhen and come vp about my necke: he hath caused my strength to fayle, the Lorde hath deliuered me into those handes wherout I can not quyte my selfe.
8He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
9He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
11His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
15He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
16He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
11Because God hath loosed my corde and humbled me, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
12Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
13My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help them.
14They fell vpon me, as it had ben the breaking in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy me.
10But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.
11He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.
13He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
7He hath destroyed my vine, & barked my figge tree, he hath pilled it and cast it from him, and hath left bowes therof whyte.
53They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
2Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
6Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
11They say, the Lorde hath forsaken hym: do you persecute hym and take hym, for there is none to delyuer hym.
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
17He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
19But I am as a meeke lambe, an oxe that is caryed away to be slayne, not knowing that they had deuised suche a counsell against me saying, We wyll destroy his meate with wood, and driue him out of the lande of the liuing, that his name shall neuer be thought vpon.