Lamentations 5:20 Cross References - Coverdale

²⁰ Wherfore wilt thou still forget vs, and forsake vs so longe?

¹ How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?

²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?

¹ O God, wherfore doest thou cast vs so cleane awaye? why is yi wrath so hote agaynst ye shepe of yi pasture?

⁷ Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated? ⁸ Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore? ⁹ Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure? ¹⁰ Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.

⁵ LORDE, how longe wilt thou be angrie? shal thy gelousy burne like fyre for euer?

⁵ Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? wilt thou stretch out thy wrath from one generacion to another?

⁴⁶ The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.

³ LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe? ⁴ How longe shal all wicked doers speake so di?daynedly, and make soch proude boastynge?

⁹ Be not to sore displeased (o LORDE) and kepe not oure offences to loge in thy remembraunce, but considre that we all are thy people. ¹⁰ The cities of thy Sanctuary lye waist, Sion is a wildernesse, and Ierusalem a deserte. ¹¹ Oure holy house which is oure bewty, where oure fathers praysed the, is brent vp, yee all oure comodities and pleasures are waysted awaye. ¹² Wilt thou not be intreated (LORDE) for all this? Wilt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?

¹⁹ Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? (sayde I) Dost thou so abhorre Sio? Or hast thou so plaged vs, that we can be healed nomore? We loked for peace, and there cometh no good: for the tyme of health, & lo, here is nothinge but trouble. ²⁰ We knowlege (o LORDE) all oure my?dedes, and the synnes of oure fathers, that we haue offended ye. ²¹ Be not displeased (o LORDE) for thy names sake, forget not thy louynge kyndnes: Remembre ye trone of thyne honoure, breake not the couenaut, that thou hast made with vs.