TSK · James 4:9

My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.

It is good for me that I am brought into miserie: by that meanes I shall learne thy statutes.

They that sowe in teares: shall reape in ioy.

Insomuch that I saide vnto the man geuen to laughter, thou art mad: and to mirth, what doest thou?

And in that day dyd the Lorde God of hoastes call men vnto weepyng and mournyng, to baldnesse and girdyng about with sackcloth.

Then shall the mayde reioyce in the daunce, yea both young and olde folkes: for I wyll turne their sorowe into gladnesse, and wyll comfort them from their sorowes, and make them ioyfull.

The ioy of our heart is gone, our melodious meeting is turned into mourning.

That thou mayest thinke vpon it, and be ashamed, and neuer open thy mouth any more for shame of thy selfe, when I am pacified towarde thee for all that thou hast done, saith the Lorde God.

Blessed (are) they that mourne: for they shalbe comforted.

Wo vnto you that are full: for ye shall hunger. Wo vnto you that nowe laugh: for ye shall wayle and weepe.

For godly sorowe, causeth repentaunce vnto saluatio, not to be repented of: but the sorowe of the world causeth death.

And as much as she glorified her selfe & lyued wantonly, so much powre ye in for her of punishement & sorowe: for she said in her heart, I sit being a queene, and am no wydowe, and shall see no sorowe.