Lamentations 3:14
I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
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6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
9Now am I their songe, & am become their iestinge stocke.
10they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.
6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
7All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
9I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
7O LORDE, thou makest me weake, but thou refreshest me, & makest me stronge agayne. All the daye longe am I despysed, and laughed to scorne of euery man:
8because I haue now preached longe agaynst malicious Tyranny, and shewed them off destruccion. For ye which cause they cast the worde off the LORDE in my teth, and take me euer to the worst.
11I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
12They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.
14Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
25Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
13The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gna?shed vpon me with theirteth.
13Thou sellest thy people for naught, & takest no moneye for them.
14Thou makest vs to be rebuked of or neghbours, to be laughed to scorne aud had in derision, of them that are rounde aboute vs.
15Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
12I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
18Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
5They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
4We are become an open shame vnto oure enemies, a very scorne and derision vnto them that are rounde aboute vs.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
21The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.
17I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy honde, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes.
4Thus he that calleth vpo God, and whom God heareth, is mocked of his neghboure: the godly & innocent man is laughed to scorne.
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
10For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
2I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
3Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
1I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
19O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
3My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.