Lamentations 3:4 Cross References - Coverdale

⁴ My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.

⁸ (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face. ⁹ He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

⁹ Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme. ¹⁰ Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

³ For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

² For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore. ³ There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes. ⁴ For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare. ⁵ My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse. ⁶ I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. ⁷ For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body. ⁸ I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

⁸ Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.

³ For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande. ⁴ My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. ⁵ For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.

¹³ I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.

¹⁷ Israel is a scatred flocke, the Lyons haue dispersed them. First the kinge of the Assirians deuoured them, last of all this Nabuchodonosor kynge of Babilon hath brussed all their bones.