Lamentations 3:55 Cross References - Wycliffe

⁵⁵ Coph. Lord, Y clepide to help thi name, fro the laste lake.

¹¹ Therfor the Lord brouyte on hem the princes of the oost of the kyng of Assiriens; and thei token Manasses, and bounden hym with chaynes, and stockis, and ledden hym in to Babiloyne. ¹² And aftir that he was angwischid, he preiede `his Lord God, and dide penaunce gretli bifor the God of hise fadris.

⁵ The soun of hem yede out in to al erthe; and the wordis of hem `yeden out in to the endis of the world. ⁶ In the sunne he hath set his tabernacle; and he as a spouse comynge forth of his chaumbre. He fulli ioyede, as a giaunt, to renne his weie;

¹ The title of the fourtithe salm. For victorie, the song of Dauid. ² Blessid is he that vndurstondith `on a nedi man and pore; the Lord schal delyuere hym in the yuel dai.

¹ The title of the hundrid and thrittithe salm. The song of greces, `to Dauith himself. Lord, myn herte is not enhaunsid; nether myn iyen ben reisid. Nether Y yede in the grete thingis; nether in merueilis aboue me. ² If Y feelide not mekely; but enhaunside my soule. As a childe wenyde on his modir; so yelding be in my soule.

³ For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world, ⁴ and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me. ⁵ I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis. ⁶ I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee. ⁷ Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.

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.

² And Jonas preiede to the Lord his God fro the fischis wombe, ³ and seide, Y criede to God of my tribulacioun, and he herde me; fro the wombe of helle Y criede, and thou herdist my vois. ⁴ Thou castidist me doun in to depnesse, in the herte of the see, and the flood cumpasside me; alle thi swolowis and thi wawis passiden on me.

²⁴ And whanne he hadde take siche a precept, he putte hem into the ynnere prisoun, and streynede the feet of hem in a tre. ²⁵ And at mydniyt Poul and Silas worschipide, and heriden God; and thei that weren in kepyng herden hem. ²⁶ And sudenli a greet erthe mouyng was maad, so that the foundementis of the prisoun weren moued. And anoon alle the doris weren openyd, and the boondis of alle weren lousid. ²⁷ And the kepere of the prisoun was awakid, and siy the yatis `of the prisoun openyd, and with a swerd drawun out he wolde haue slawe hym silf, and gesside that the men that weren boundun, hadden fled. ²⁸ But Poul criede with a greet vois, and seide, Do thou noon harm to thi silf, for alle we ben here.