Lamentations 1:22 Cross References - Coverdale

²² From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.

⁴ Heare O thou oure God, how we are despysed, turne their shame vpon their awne heade, yt thou mayest geue them ouer in to despisinge in the londe of their captiuite. ⁵ Couer not their wickednesse, & put not out their sinne fro yi presence: for they haue prouoked the buylders.

¹⁴ Let them be allwaye before the LORDE, but as for the memoriall of them selues, let it perish from out of the earth. ¹⁵ And that because his mynde was not to do good, but persecuted the poore helplesse, and him that was vexed at the herte, to slaye him.

⁷ Remembre the childre of Edom (o LORDE) in the daye of Ierusalem, how they sayde: downe with it, downe with it, eue to the grounde. ⁸ O doughter Babilo, thou shalt come to misery thy self: yee happie shal he be, that rewardeth ye as thou hast serued vs. ⁹ Blessed shal he be, that taketh thy children, and throweth them agaynst the stones

⁷ Then shall all hondes be letten downe, and all mens hertes shal melt awaie,

¹⁸ Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

²⁵ Poure out thy indignacion rather vpon the Getiles, that knowe ye not, and vpon the people that call not on thy name: And that because they haue consumed, deuoured and destroyed Iacob, and haue roted out his glory.

²³ Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.

³⁵ he hath take my substaunce awaye, & the thinge that was left me hath he caried vnto Babilon, saieth the doughter, that dwelleth in Sion: Yee & my bloude also, vnto the Caldees, saieth Ierusalem.

¹³ From 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.

¹⁷ Therfore oure hert is full of heuynesse, & oure eyes dymme:

³¹ For yf this be done to a grene tre, what shalbe done then to the drye?

¹³ Wherfore I desyre that ye faynte not because of my tribulacions, yt I suffre for you, which is youre prayse.

¹⁰ and they cryed with a lowde voyce sayege: How loge tariest thou LORDE holy and true, to iudge & to auenge oure bloude on them that dwell on the earth?