25:003:043 Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied. 25:003:044 Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayer should not pass through. 25:003:045 Thou hast made us as the offscouring and refuse in the midst of the people. 25:003:046 All our enemies have opened their mouths against us. 25:003:047 Fear and a snare is come upon us, desolation and destruction. 25:003:048 Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people. 25:003:049 Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission. 25:003:050 Till the LORD look down, and behold from heaven. 25:003:051 Mine eye affecteth mine heart because of all the daughters of my city. 25:003:052 Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause. 25:003:053 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me. 25:003:054 Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off. 25:003:055 I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon. 25:003:056 Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry. 25:003:057 Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not. 25:003:058 O LORD, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life. 25:003:059 O LORD, thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause. 25:003:060 Thou hast seen all their vengeance and all their imaginations against me. 25:003:061 Thou hast heard their reproach, O LORD, and all their imaginations against me; 25:003:062 The lips of those that rose up against me, and their device against me all the day. 25:003:063 Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their musick. 25:003:064 Render unto them a recompence, O LORD, according to the work of their hands. 25:003:065 Give them sorrow of heart, thy curse unto them. 25:003:066 Persecute and destroy them in anger from under the heavens of the LORD. 25:004:001 How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street. 25:004:002 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter! 25:004:003 Even the sea monsters draw out the breast, they give suck to their young ones: the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness. 25:004:004 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them. 25:004:005 They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.