Lamentations 3:1 Cross References - Matthew

¹ Aleph. I am the man, that (thorowe the rodd of hys wrath) haue experyence of mysery.

²¹ Haue pyte vpon me, haue pite vpon me (O ye my frendes) for the hande of the Lorde hath touched me.

²⁰ O what great troubles and aduersityes hast thou shewed me? and yet dyddest thou turne and refreshe me: yea, & broughtest me from the depe of the earth agayn.

⁷ Thyne indignacion lieth harde vpon me, and thou vexest me wyth all thy floudes Selah.

¹⁵ My strength is gone for very sorow & myserye, wyh fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens. ¹⁶ Thy wrathfull dyspleasure goeth ouer me the feare of the, oppresseth me.

³ He shalbe the most simple, and despysed of all, which yet hath good experience of sorowes & infyrmyties. We shall reken him so symple and so vyle, that we shall hyde our faces from hym.

¹⁷ I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy hand, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes. ¹⁸ Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, that they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not continue?

¹⁴ Cursed be the daye, wher in I was borne: vnhappye be the daye, wherin my mother brought me forth. ¹⁵ Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tydinges, to make hym glad, saying: thou hast gotten a sonne. ¹⁶ Lett it happen vnto that man, as to the cyties whiche the Lorde turned vp syde downe (when he had hearde longe the wicked rumoure of them) ¹⁷ because he slewe me not, as sone as I came out of my mothers wombe, & because my mother was not my graue her selfe, that the byrth mighte not haue come out, but remayned styl in her. ¹⁸ Wherfore came I forth of my mother wombe? To haue experience of all laboure & sorow? & to leade my lyfe wyth shame?

⁶ Then toke they Ieremie, and cast him into the dongeon of Melchiah the sonne of Hamelech, that dwelt in the fore entre of the preson. And they let doune Ieremye wyth coardes into a dongeon, where there was no water, but myre.

¹² Lamed. O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorow like vnto myne, wherwith the Lord hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath. ¹³ Mem. From aboute hath he sent downe a fyre into my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwen me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge. ¹⁴ Nun. The yocke of my transgressyon is come at the last, with his hande hath he taken it vp, & put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the Lorde hath delyuered me in to those handes, wherout I can not quyte my selfe.