Lamentations 5:17 Cross References - Matthew

¹⁷ Therfore oure herte is full of heuynesse, and oure eyes dymme:

³⁶ And vpon them that are left a liue of you I wyl sende a fayntnes into theyr hertes, in all the land of their enemies: so that the sound of a leaf that falleth, shall chase them & they shall flee as though they fled a swerde, and shall fal, no man folowyng them.

⁶⁵ And amonge these nacyons thou shalt be no small ceason, and yet shalt haue no reste to the sole of thy foote. For the Lorde shall geue the there a tremblynge herte & dasynge eyes & sorowe of mynde.

⁷ My countenaunce is heuy for very anger & the membres of my body are become lyke a shadowe.

⁷ My countenance is chaunged for verye inwarde grefe. I consume awaye I haue so many enemyes.

⁹ Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde, for I am in trouble, myne eye consumed for verye heuynesse, yea my soule and my body.

³ I am weery of crying, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe, vpon my God.

⁵ Wherfore shulde ye be plaged any more? For ye are euer fallyng away. The whole head is sick, & the herte is very heauy.

¹⁴ Then chatred I lyke a swalowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned as a doue. I lyfte vp myne eyes into the heyght: O Lorde (sayde I) vyolence is done vnto me, be thou suertye for me.

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

⁵ But alas, howe happeneth it, that I se you so afrayed? why shryncke ye backe? wherfore are youre worthyes slayne? Yea they runne so fast away, that none of them loketh behind hym. Fearfulnesse is fall vpon euerychone of them sayeth the Lord.

¹³ Mem. From aboute hath he sent downe a fyre into my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwen me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.

²² Thau. From the shall come all their aduersytye: thou shalt plucke them awaye euen as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wyckednes. For my sorowe is very greate, and my herte is heuy.

¹¹ Caph. Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorowe wepyng, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the chyldren and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cytie.

⁷ And yf they saye, wherfore mournest thou? Then tel them: for the tydinges that commeth, at the whiche al hertes shal melt, all handes shalbe letten doune, all stomackes shall faynte, and all knees shal waxe feble. Beholde, it commeth and shalbe fulfilled, sayeth the Lorde God.

¹⁵ to make them abashed & faynt at the hertes, and in all gates to make some of them fall. O how bright and sharpe it is, how well dight & mete for the slaughter.

¹³ Therfore I wyll take in hande to punysh the, and to make the desolate, because of thy sinnes: