📖 Lamentations 3
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I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
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He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
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Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
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My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
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He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
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He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
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Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
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He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
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He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
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He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
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The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
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I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
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He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
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He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled 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 self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
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O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
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Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
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Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
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Namely, that the mercies of the LORDE are not clene gone, & that his louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.
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His faithfulnes is greate, and renueth it self as the mornynge.
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The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
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O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
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O how good is it with stilnesse to wate and tarie, for the health of the LORDE?
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O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon him from his youth vp?
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He sitteth alone, he holdeth him still. and dwelleth quietly by him self.
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He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.
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He offreth his cheke to the smyter, he will be content with reproues.
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For the LORDE wil not forsake for euer.
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But though he do cast of, yet (acordinge to ye multitude of his mercies) he receaueth to grace agayne.
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For he doth not plage, & cast out the children of men from his herte.
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To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder his fete.
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To moue the iudgment of man before the most highest.
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To condemne a man in his cause: The LORDE hath no pleasure in soch thinges.
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What is he then that saieth: there shulde somthinge be done without the LORDES comaundement?
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Out of the mouth of the most highest goeth not euell and good.
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Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
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Let vs loke well vpon oure owne waies, & remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to ye LORDE.
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Let vs lift vp oure hertes with oure hondes vnto the LORDE, that is in heauen.
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42
We haue bene dyssemblers & haue offended, wilt thou therfore not be intreated?
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Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without eny fauoure.
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Thou hast hyd thy self in a cloude, that oure prayer shulde not go thorow.
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Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heithen.
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All oure enemies gape vpon vs.
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Feare and snare is come vpon vs, yee despite and destruccion.
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Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
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Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
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O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
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Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the doughters of my cite.
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Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
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They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
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They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
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I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
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Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
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Thou hast enclyned yi self vnto me, whe I called vpon the, & haist sayde: feare not.
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Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
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O LORDE, thou hast sene my blasphemers, take thou my cause vpon the.
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Thou hast well considred how they go aboute to do me harme, & that all their councels are agaynst me.
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Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O LORDE) yee and all their ymaginacions agaynst me.
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The lippes of myne enemies, & their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
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Thou seist also their sittinge downe and their rysinge vp, they make their songes of nothinge but of me.
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Rewarde them (O LORDE) acordinge to the workes of their hondes.
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Geue them ye thinge, that their owne herte is afrayed of: euen thy curse.
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Persecute them, (O LORDE) with thy indignacion, & rote them out from vnder the heauen.