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Lamentations 3:1 - Tree of Life Version

I am the strong man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

I am the man that hath seen affliction By the rod of his wrath.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I AM [Jeremiah] the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.

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American Standard Version (1901)

I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

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Common English Bible

I am someone who saw the suffering caused by God’s angry rod.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

ALEPH. I am a man watching my own poverty by the rod of his indignation.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Aleph. I am the man that see my poverty by the rod of his indignation.

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Lamentations 3:1
12 Tagairtí Cros  

“Have pity on me my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.


because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.


You made me see many troubles and evils —You will revive me again— from the depths of the earth You will bring me up again.


You have laid me in the lowest places, in dark places, in the depths.


He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, One from whom people hide their faces. He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.


So they took Jeremiah and cast him into the cistern-pit of Malchiah the king’s son, which was in the courtyard of the guard, lowering Jeremiah down with ropes. Now in the pit there was no water, but only mud, and Jeremiah sank into the mud.


the men, the women, the children, the king’s daughters, everyone that Nebuzaradan the captain of the guard had left with Gedaliah son of Ahikam son of Shaphan, as well as Jeremiah the prophet and Baruch son of Neriah—


“Because of the brokenness of the daughter of my people, I am brokenhearted. I mourn—desolation grips me.