Lamentations 3:54 Cross References - Rotherham

⁵⁴ Waters, flowed over, my head, I said, I am cut off!

¹¹ My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart! ¹² Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness! ¹³ If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; ¹⁴ To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm. ¹⁵ Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it! ¹⁶ With me to hades, would they go down, If, wholly––into the dust, is the descent!

⁴ The meshes of death encompassed me, The torrents of perdition, made me afraid;

²² But, I, had said in mine alarm, I am cut off from before thine eyes,––But, indeed, thou didst hear the voice of my supplication, when I cried for help unto thee.

¹ [To the Chief Musician. On "The Lilies." David’s.]
Save me, O God, For waters have entered as far as the life; ² I have sunk in deep swamp, Where there is no place to stand, I have come into abysses of waters, Where a flood hath overflowed me;

¹⁵ Let not a flood of waters overflow me, And let not the depth swallow me up, Neither let the well close, over me, her mouth.

⁴ Then, the waters, had whelmed us, the torrent, gone over our soul; ⁵ Then, had gone over our soul the waters so proud!

¹⁰ I, said––In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades,––I am deprived of the residue of my years! ¹¹ I said––I shall not see Yah, Yah, in the land of the living, I shall discern the son of earth no longer, with the dwellers in the quiet land. ¹² My dwelling, hath been broken up, And is stripped from me, like a shepherd’s tent,––I have rolled up––as a weaver––my life, From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, [I said]––Thou wilt finish me. ¹³ I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me!

¹⁸ And I said, Vanished is mine endurance, even mine expectation, from Yahweh.

¹¹ Then said he unto me, Son of man, These bones, are, all the house of Israel,––Lo! they are saying, Dried, are our bones, and lost, is our hope, We are quite cut off!

³ For thou hast cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and, a flood, enveloped me,––All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, passed. ⁴ And, I, said, I am driven out from before thine eyes,––Yet will I again have regard unto thy holy temple: ⁵ The waters, encompassed me, to the peril of my life, The roaring deep, enveloped me,––The sea–weed, was wrapped about my head:

⁸ For we do not wish you to be ignorant, brethren, as to our tribulation which happened in Asia,––that, exceedingly, beyond power, were we weighed down, so that we despaired, even of life. ⁹ But, we ourselves, within ourselves, have had the sentence of death, that we might not rest our confidence upon ourselves, but upon God, who raiseth the dead, ¹⁰ Who, out of so great a death, rescued us, and will rescue,––unto whom we have turned our hope, [that], even yet, he will rescue: