Lamentations Chapter 3
I’m the guy who’s been through the struggle from the wrath vibes.
I {am} the man {that} hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
He’s led me into the shadows, far from the good light, fr.
He hath led me, and brought {me into} darkness, but not {into} light.
No cap, he’s totally flipped on me; it feels like he’s got his hand against me all day.
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand {against me} all the day.
My skin’s aged like fine wine; he’s fully wrecked my bones, savage.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
He’s constructed a massive wall around me, drowning me in bitterness and hustle, periodt.
He hath builded against me, and compassed {me} with gall and travail.
He’s placed me in dark places, like I’m one of the old legends gone.
He hath set me in dark places, as {they that be} dead of old.
I’m trapped, can’t break free; these chains are heavy, no cap.
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
When I shout and cry out, he just ghosted my prayers, sus.
Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
He’s boxed me in with stone barriers, and my paths are so tangled up.
He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
He’s like a bear stalking and a lion lurking, just ready to pounce.
He {was} unto me {as} a bear lying in wait, {and as} a lion in secret places.
He totally flipped my vibes and left me in disarray; now I'm feeling all alone, fr.
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
He drew back his bow and made me the target, like, no cap.
He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
His arrows hit me hard, it's like they’re lodged in my heart.
He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins. {arrows: Heb. sons}
I became the punchline to my crew, and they’re clowning on me all day, savage.
I was a derision to all my people; {and} their song all the day.
He filled me with crazy bitterness, like I’m sipping on that wormwood, it’s rough.
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood. {bitterness: Heb. bitternesses}
He smashed my teeth with rocks, now I’m covered in ashes, what a vibe.
He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes. {covered...: or, rolled me in the ashes}
You took my peace away, and now I forgot what happy feels like.
And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity. {prosperity: Heb. good}
I was like, “My strength and hope? Gone, all thanks to the Lord.”
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
Thinking about my struggles and pain, it’s that wormwood and gall life.
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. {Remembering: or, Remember}
My soul still remembers this hurt, and it’s got me feeling humbled, periodt.
My soul hath {them} still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. {humbled: Heb. bowed}
I’m vibing on this thought, so I’ve got hope, fr.
This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. {recall...: Heb. make to return to my heart}
It’s all about the Lord’s mercy that we’re still kicking, no cap.
{It is of} the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Every morning brings fresh blessings: God’s faithfulness is fire.
{They are} new every morning: great {is} thy faithfulness.
The Lord’s got my back, so I’m hoping in Him, periodt.
The LORD {is} my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
The Lord’s solid to those who chill and wait for Him, for real.
The LORD {is} good unto them that wait for him, to the soul {that} seeketh him.
It’s a vibe to hope and just wait for the Lord’s rescue, no cap.
{It is} good that {a man} should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
It’s good for a dude to face challenges while he’s young, fr.
{It is} good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.
He’s sitting alone, keeping it real, ‘cause he’s handling it.
He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne {it} upon him.
He’s eating dust with his mouth, hoping for something better.
He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope.
He’s turning the other cheek and dealing with the shade, savage.
He giveth {his} cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach.
The Lord isn't ghosting us forever, no cap.
For the Lord will not cast off for ever:
Even when He brings the feels, He’s still got mad compassion, like, fr.
But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
He doesn't just hit us with struggle for fun or to make us sad, periodt.
For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men. {willingly: Heb. from his heart}
He’s not about crushing all the prisoners underfoot, that’s sus.
To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth,
He ain't about twisting the truth in front of the big guy upstairs.
To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the most High, {the most High: or, a superior}
God’s not about messing with someone’s cause, that's not it.
To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord approveth not. {approveth not: or, seeth not}
Who's out here saying stuff's gonna happen if the Lord ain't in it?
Who {is} he {that} saith, and it cometh to pass, {when} the Lord commandeth {it} not?
Good and bad vibes don’t just come from the most High, no cap.
Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good?
Why's a living dude complaining about his sins, though? That's wild.
Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins? {complain: or, murmur}
Let’s vibe check ourselves and bounce back to the Lord.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD.
Let’s vibe with our hearts and hands lifted to God in the clouds.
Let us lift up our heart with {our} hands unto God in the heavens.
We totally messed up and went rogue: You didn’t let it slide.
We have transgressed and have rebelled: thou hast not pardoned.
You got mad, and we felt the heat: You took us out, no mercy.
Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied.
You threw up a cloud so our prayers can’t even get through.
Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that {our} prayer should not pass through.
You made us like the trash in the middle of the crowd.
Thou hast made us {as} the offscouring and refuse in the midst of the people.
Our haters are out here running their mouths about us.
All our enemies have opened their mouths against us.
Fear and traps are on us, it’s looking desolate and wrecked.
Fear and a snare is come upon us, desolation and destruction.
My eyes are leaking like rivers for the downfall of my crew.
Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
My eyes keep dripping, no breaks, just straight tears.
Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
Until the Lord looks down and checks from up above.
Till the LORD look down, and behold from heaven.
My feels hit hard for all the girls in my city, fr.
Mine eye affecteth mine heart because of all the daughters of my city. {mine heart: Heb. my soul} {because...: or, more than all}
My haters were coming for me like I’m a bird, no cap.
Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause.
They straight-up locked me up and threw a stone on me, savage.
They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
Water was drowning me; I was like, “I’m cut off.”
Waters flowed over mine head; {then} I said, I am cut off.
I shouted out your name, Lord, from the depths of the dungeon.
I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon.
You heard my voice: don’t ignore my cries, periodt.
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
You came through when I called you: you said, “Chill, don’t stress.”
Thou drewest near in the day {that} I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not.
Lord, you fought for my soul; you saved my life, goated.
O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.
Lord, you peeped my struggles: judge my case, please.
O LORD, thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause.
You saw all their hate and wild thoughts against me, for real.
Thou hast seen all their vengeance {and} all their imaginations against me.
Yo, God, You heard their shade and all the drama they throw my way;
Thou hast heard their reproach, O LORD, {and} all their imaginations against me;
Those haters talking mad smack against me, all day, no cap.
The lips of those that rose up against me, and their device against me all the day.
Check them out, chillin’ and vibin’; I’m their whole soundtrack, fr.
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I {am} their musick.
Hit them back, God, for real, based on what they’ve done.
Render unto them a recompence, O LORD, according to the work of their hands.
Give them some heavy feels, like a curse hitting them hard.
Give them sorrow of heart, thy curse unto them. {sorrow...: or, obstinacy of heart}
Go after them with that savage energy, like You’re the GOAT up in the sky.
Persecute and destroy them in anger from under the heavens of the LORD.