Lamentations 3:1 Cross References - YLT

¹ I am the man who hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.

²¹ Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

²⁰ Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back—Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back—Thou bringest me up.

⁷ Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And with all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.

¹⁵ I am afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors—I pine away. ¹⁶ Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

³ He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

¹⁷ I have not sat in an assembly of deriders, Nor do I exult, because of thy hand, —Alone I have sat, For with indignation Thou hast filled me. ¹⁸ Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.

¹⁴ Cursed is the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed! ¹⁵ Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child—a male,' Making him very glad! ¹⁶ Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon. ¹⁷ Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during. ¹⁸ Why is this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

⁶ And they take Jeremiah, and cast him into the pit of Malchiah son of the king, that is in the court of the prison, and they send down Jeremiah with cords; and in the pit there is no water, but mire, and Jeremiah sinketh in the mire.

¹² Is it nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger. ¹³ From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate—all the day sick. ¹⁴ Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.