📖 Lamentations 3
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I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
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He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light.
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Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
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My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
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He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
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He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
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He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
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Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
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He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
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He layeth wayte for me lyke a beare, and as a lion in a hole.
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He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at.
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The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.
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I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long.
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He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
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He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
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He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
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I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
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O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
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Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
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Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne.
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namely it is of the Lordes mercies that we are not vtterly consumed, for truely his pitifull compassion hath not ceassed.
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Newe mercyes shall the Lord shewe vpon thee early in the day springing, (O Lorde) great is thy faythfulnesse.
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The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym.
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O howe good is the Lord vnto them that put their trust in hym, and to the soule that seeketh after hym.
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The good man with stilnesse and pacience, taryeth for the health of the Lorde.
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O howe good is it for a man to take the yoke vpon him from his youth vp?
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He sitteth alone, he holdeth hym styll, because he hath taken the Lordes yoke vpon hym.
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He layeth his face vpon the earth, if there happen to be any hope.
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He offreth his cheeke to the smyter, he wyll be content with reproffes:
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For the Lord wil not forsake for euer.
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But though he punishe, yet according to the multitude of his mercies he receaueth to grace agayne.
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For he doth not plague willingly, and afflict the chyldren of men,
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To treade all the prysoners of the earth vnder his feete,
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To moue the iudgement of man before the most highest,
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To condemne a man in his cause: the Lord hath not pleasure in such thinges.
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What is he then that saith, there should some thing be done without the Lordes commaundement?
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Out of the mouth of the most highest goeth not euyll and good?
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Wherefore then murmureth the liuing man? let hym murmure at his owne sinne.
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Let vs looke well vpon our wayes, and remember our selues, and turne agayne to the Lorde.
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Let vs lift our heartes with our handes vnto the Lorde that is in heauen.
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42
We haue ben dissemblers and haue offended, wylt thou therefore not be intreated?
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Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs: thou hast slayne vs without any fauour.
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Thou hast hid thy selfe in a cloude, that our prayer should not go through.
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Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despised among the people.
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All our enemies gape vpon vs.
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Feare and pit is come vpon vs, yea deceipt and destruction.
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Whole riuers of water gushe out of mine eyes for the hurt of my people:
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Myne eyes runne and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest:
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O Lorde, when wylt thou looke downe from heauen and consider?
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Mine eyes breaketh my heart, because of all the daughters of my citie.
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Mine enemies hunted me out sharply like a byrde, yea & that without a cause.
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They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
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They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.
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I called vpon thy name O Lorde out of the deepe pit.
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Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying.
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Thou hast inclyned thy selfe vnto me when I called vpon thee: and hast said, feare not.
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Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntayned the cause of my soule, and hast redeemed my lyfe.
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O Lorde, thou hast seene my wrong, take thou my cause vpon thee.
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Thou hast well considered howe they go about to do me harme, and that all their counsels are against me.
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Thou hast hearde their despitefull wordes O Lorde, yea and all the imaginations against me:
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The lippes of mine enemies, and their deuises that they take against me al the day long.
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Thou seest also their sitting downe and their rising vp, they make their songes of nothing but of me.
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Rewarde them, O Lorde, according to the workes of their handes.
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Geue them an obstinate heart, euen thy curse.
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Persecute them O Lorde with thyne indignation, and roote them out from vnder the heauen.