Lamentations 4:8 Cross References - Great

⁸ But nowe theyr faces very blacke. In so moche, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the streates. Theyr skynne cleueth to theyr bones, It is withered and become lyke a drye stocke.

¹⁹ And so they went both, vntyll they came to Bethlehem. And when they were come to Bethlehem, it was noysed of them thorow all the cytie, and the wemen sayd: is not this Naomi? ²⁰ And she answered them: call me not Naomi but call me Mara, for the Allmyghtye hath made me verye bytter.

¹² So when they lyfte vp theyr eyes a farre of, they knewe him not. Then they cryed, and wepte: & euery one of them rente his clothes, and sprynckled dust vpon theyr heades in the ayre.

²⁰ My bone hangeth to my skynne and my flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.

¹⁷ My bones are pearsed thorow, in the night season, and my synewes take no rest. ¹⁸ For the vehemencie of sorow is my garment chaunged: and according to the diuersite of heuynes am I gyrded with my coate. ¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like asshes and dust.

³⁰ My skynne vpon me is turned to black, and my bones are brent with heate:

²¹ In so moch that hys body is cleane consumed awaye, and his bones appeare no more.

⁴ For thy hande is heuy vpon me daye and nyght, and my moysture is lyke the drouth in Sommer. Sela.

³ There is no health in my flessh, because of thy displeasure: nether is there anye rest in my bones, by reason of my synne.

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

¹¹ My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe, and I am wythered lyke grasse.

⁸³ For I am become lyke a bottell in the smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.

¹⁴ Lyke as the multitude shall wondre vpon hym, because hys face shalbe so deformed & not as a mans face, hys bewtye lyke no man:

¹ O how is the golde become so dymme? Howe is the goodly coloure of it so sore chaunged? and the stones of the Sanctuary thus scatred in the corner of euery strete. ² The chyldren of Syon that were alwaye in honoure, and clothed with the most precyous golde: howe are they nowe become lyke the erthen vessels which be made with the potters hande?

¹⁰ Oure skynne is as it had bene brent in an ouen, for very sore honger.

⁶ The folke shalbe afrayed of hym, all faces shalbe as blacke as a pot:

¹⁰ Awaye wt the syluer, awaye with the golde for here is no ende of treasure. There shalbe a multitude of all maner of costly ornamentes