Lamentations 1:13

The Message

“He struck me with lightning, skewered me from head to foot, then he set traps all around so I could hardly move. He left me with nothing—left me sick, and sick of living.

Cross References

Psalm 129:5

Oh, let all those who hate Zion grovel in humiliation; Let them be like grass in shallow ground that withers before the harvest, Before the farmhands can gather it in, the harvesters get in the crop, Before the neighbors have a chance to call out, “Congratulations on your wonderful crop! We bless you in God’s name!”

Psalm 22:14

I’m a bucket kicked over and spilled, every joint in my body has been pulled apart. My heart is a blob of melted wax in my gut. I’m dry as a bone, my tongue black and swollen. They have laid me out for burial in the dirt.

Psalm 35:4

When those thugs try to knife me in the back, make them look foolish. Frustrate all those who are plotting my downfall. Make them like cinders in a high wind, with God’s angel working the bellows. Make their road lightless and mud-slick, with God’s angel on their tails. Out of sheer cussedness they set a trap to catch me; for no good reason they dug a ditch to stop me. Surprise them with your ambush— catch them in the very trap they set, the disaster they planned for me.

Isaiah 42:17

But those who invested in the no-gods are bankrupt—dead broke.

Lamentations 1:22

“Take a good look at their evil ways and give it to them! Give them what you gave me for my sins. Groaning in pain, body and soul, I’ve had all I can take.”

Ezekiel 32:3

“‘God, the Master, says: “‘I’m going to throw my net over you —many nations will get in on this operation— and haul you out with my dragnet. I’ll dump you on the ground out in an open field And bring in all the crows and vultures for a sumptuous carrion lunch. I’ll invite wild animals from all over the world to gorge on your guts. I’ll scatter hunks of your meat in the mountains and strew your bones in the valleys. The country, right up to the mountains, will be drenched with your blood, your blood filling every ditch and channel. When I blot you out, I’ll pull the curtain on the skies and shut out the stars. I’ll throw a cloud across the sun and turn off the moonlight. I’ll turn out every light in the sky above you and put your land in the dark. Decree of God, the Master. I’ll shake up everyone worldwide when I take you off captive to strange and far-off countries. I’ll shock people with you. Kings will take one look and shudder. I’ll shake my sword and they’ll shake in their boots. On the day you crash, they’ll tremble, thinking, “That could be me!”