Lamentations 3:1 Cross References - Coverdale

¹ I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.

²¹ Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.

²⁰ Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.

⁷ Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them:

¹⁵ My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens. ¹⁶ Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.

³ He shalbe the most symple & despised of all, which yet hath good experience of sorowes & infirmities. We shal reken him so symple & so vyle, that we shal hyde oure faces fro him.

¹⁷ I 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. ¹⁸ Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?

¹⁴ Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth. ¹⁵ Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tidinges, to make him glad, sayenge: thou hast gotten a sonne. ¹⁶ Let it happen vnto that man, as to the cities which ye LORDE turned vpside downe (when he had longe herde the wicked rumoure of them) ¹⁷ because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her. ¹⁸ Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?

⁶ Then toke they Ieremy, and cast him in to the dongeon off Malchias the sonne off Amalech, that dwelt in the fore entre off the preson. And they let downe Ieremy wt coardes in to a dongeon, where there was no water, but myre.

¹² O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath. 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. ¹⁴ The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.