Lamentations 3:1 Cross References - Wycliffe

¹ Aleph. I am a man seynge my pouert in the yerde of his indignacioun.

²¹ Haue ye merci on me, haue ye merci on me, nameli, ye my frendis; for the hond of the Lord hath touchid me.

²⁰ `The preieris of Dauid, the sone of Ysay, ben endid.

⁷ For who in the cloudis schal be maad euene to the Lord; schal be lijk God among the sones of God?

¹⁵ riytfulnesse and doom is the makyng redy of thi seete. Merci and treuthe schulen go bifore thi face; ¹⁶ blessid is the puple that kan hertli song. Lord, thei schulen go in the liyt of thi cheer;

³ and we desiriden hym, dispisid, and the laste of men, a man of sorewis, and knowynge sikenesse. And his cheer was as hid and dispisid; wherfor and we arettiden not hym.

¹⁷ Y sat not in the counsel of pleieris, and Y hadde glorie for the face of thin hond; Y sat aloone, for thou fillidist me with bittirnesse. ¹⁸ Whi is my sorewe maad euerlastinge, and my wounde dispeirid forsook to be curid? it is maad to me, as a leesyng of vnfeithful watris.

¹⁴ Cursid be the dai where ynne Y was borun, the dai where ynne my modir childide me, be not blessid. ¹⁵ Cursid be the man, that telde to my fadir, and seide, A knaue child is borun to thee, and made hym glad as with ioye. ¹⁶ Thilke man be as the citees ben, whiche the Lord distriede, and it repentide not hym; ¹⁷ he that killide not me fro the wombe, here cry eerli, and yellynge in the tyme of myddai; that my modir were a sepulcre to me, and hir wombe were euerlastinge conseyuyng. ¹⁸ Whi yede Y out of the wombe, that Y schulde se trauel and sorewe, and that mi daies schulen be waastid in schenschipe?

⁶ Therfor thei token Jeremye, and castiden hym doun in to the lake of Elchie, sone of Amalech, which was in the porche of the prisoun; and thei senten doun Jeremye bi cordis in to the lake, wherynne was no watir, but fen; therfor Jeremye yede doun in to the filthe.

¹² Lameth. A! alle ye that passen bi the weie, perseyue, and se, if ony sorewe is as my sorewe; for he gaderide awei grapis fro me, as the Lord spak in the day of wraththe of his strong veniaunce. ¹³ Men. Fro an hiy he sente fier in my boonys, and tauyte me; he spredde a brood a net to my feet, he turnede me a bak; he settide me desolat, meddlid togidere al dai with mourenyng. ¹⁴ Nun. The yok of my wickidnessis wakide in the hond of hym, tho ben foldid togidere, and put on my necke; my vertu is maad feble; the Lord yaf me in the hond, fro which Y schal not mowe rise.