Lamentations 4:8 Cross References - YLT

⁸ Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered—it hath been as wood.

¹⁹ and they go both of them till their coming in to Beth-Lehem; and it cometh to pass at their coming in to Beth-Lehem, that all the city is moved at them, and they say, `Is this Naomi?' <sup>20</sup> And she saith unto them, `Call me not Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly to me,

¹² and they lift up their eyes from afar and have not discerned him, and they lift up their voice and weep, and rend each his robe, and sprinkle dust on their heads—heavenward.

²⁰ To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

¹⁷ At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down. ¹⁸ By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me. ¹⁹ Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

²¹ His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

³ Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned. ⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread. ⁵ From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

¹¹ My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I—as the herb I am withered.

⁸³ For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

¹⁴ As astonished at thee have been many, (So marred by man his appearance, And his form by sons of men.)

¹ How is the gold become dim, Changed the best—the pure gold? Poured out are stones of the sanctuary At the head of all out-places. ² The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.

¹⁰ Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.

⁶ From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.

¹⁰ She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain is in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.