King James VersionLamentations3


1 I am the man that hath seen af­flic­tion by the rod of his wrath. 2 He hath led me, and brought me into dark­ness, but not into light. 3 Sure­ly against me is he turned; he tur­neth his hand a­gainst me all the day. 4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath bro­ken my bones. 5 He hath build­ed against me, and com­passed me with gall and tra­vail. 6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old. 7 He hath hedged me about, that I can­not get out: he hath made my chain heavy. 8 Also when I cry and shout, he shut­teth out my prayer. 9 He hath in­closed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked. 10 He was unto me as a bear ly­ing in wait, and as a lion in se­cret places. 11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me des­o­late. 12 He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the ar­row. 13 He hath caused the ar­rows of his quiver to en­ter into my reins. 14 I was a de­ri­sion to all my peo­ple; and their song all the day. 15 He hath filled me with bit­ter­ness, he hath made me drunk­en with worm­wood. 16 He hath also bro­ken my teeth with grav­el stones, he hath cov­ered me with ash­es. 17 And thou hast re­moved my soul far off from peace: I for­gat pros­per­i­ty. 18 And I said, My strength and my hope is per­ished from the LORD: 19 Re­mem­ber­ing mine af­flic­tion and my mis­ery, the worm­wood and the gall. 20 My soul hath them still in re­mem­brance, and is hum­bled in me. 21 This I re­call to my mind, there­fore have I hope. 22 It is of the LORD'S mer­cies that we are not con­sumed, be­cause his com­pas­sions fail not. 23 They are new ev­ery morn­ing: great is thy faith­ful­ness. 24 The LORD is my por­tion, saith my soul; there­fore will I hope in him. 25 The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. 26 It is good that a man should both hope and qui­et­ly wait for the sal­va­tion of the LORD. 27 It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. 28 He sit­teth alone and keep­eth si­lence, be­cause he hath borne it upon him. 29 He put­teth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope. 30 He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with re­proach. 31 For the Lord will not cast off for ev­er: 32 But though he cause grief, yet will he have com­pas­sion ac­cord­ing to the mul­ti­tude of his mer­cies. 33 For he doth not af­flict will­ing­ly nor grieve the chil­dren of men. 34 To crush un­der his feet all the pris­on­ers of the earth, 35 To turn aside the right of a man be­fore the face of the most High, 36 To sub­vert a man in his cause, the Lord ap­proveth not. 37 Who is he that saith, and it cometh to pass, when the Lord com­man­deth it not? 38 Out of the mouth of the most High pro­ceedeth not evil and good? 39 Where­fore doth a liv­ing man com­plain, a man for the pun­ish­ment of his sins? 40 Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD. 41 Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heav­ens. 42 We have trans­gressed and have re­belled: thou hast not par­doned. 43 Thou hast cov­ered with anger, and per­se­cut­ed us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied. 44 Thou hast cov­ered thy­self with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through. 45 Thou hast made us as the off­s­cour­ing and refuse in the midst of the peo­ple. 46 All our en­e­mies have opened their mouths against us. 47 Fear and a snare is come upon us, des­o­la­tion and de­struc­tion. 48 Mine eye run­neth down with rivers of wa­ter for the de­struc­tion of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple. 49 Mine eye trick­leth down, and ceaseth not, with­out any in­ter­mis­sion, 50 Till the LORD look down, and be­hold from heav­en. 51 Mine eye af­fecteth mine heart be­cause of all the daugh­ters of my city. 52 Mine en­e­mies chased me sore, like a bird, with­out cause. 53 They have cut off my life in the dun­geon, and cast a stone upon me. 54 Wa­ters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off. 55 I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dun­geon. 56 Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breath­ing, at my cry. 57 Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not. 58 O Lord, thou hast plead­ed the caus­es of my soul; thou hast re­deemed my life. 59 O LORD, thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause. 60 Thou hast seen all their vengeance and all their imag­i­na­tions against me. 61 Thou hast heard their re­proach, O LORD, and all their imag­i­na­tions against me; 62 The lips of those that rose up against me, and their de­vice against me all the day. 63 Be­hold their sit­ting down, and their ris­ing up; I am their mu­sick. 64 Ren­der unto them a rec­om­pence, O LORD, ac­cord­ing to the work of their hands. 65 Give them sor­row of heart, thy curse unto them. 66 Per­se­cute and de­stroy them in anger from un­der the heav­ens of the LORD.