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Lamentations 2:11

American King James Version (1999)

My eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

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His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

My eyes fail for your word, saying, When will you comfort me?

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the middle of my bowels.

Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my belly.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all my enemies.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Therefore said I, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, labor not to comfort me, because of the spoiling of the daughter of my people.

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

Therefore you shall say this word to them; Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

Therefore now thus said the LORD, the God of hosts, the God of Israel; Why commit you this great evil against your souls, to cut off from you man and woman, child and suckling, out of Judah, to leave you none to remain;

Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities?

All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.

For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.

For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts which never gave suck.

Then David and the people that were with him lifted up their voice and wept, until they had no more power to weep.




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