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Jeremiah 8:21 - English Standard Version 2016

21 For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

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Common English Bible

21 Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

21 Over the destruction of the daughter of my people, I am contrite and saddened; astonishment has taken hold of me.

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Jeremiah 8:21
14 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

“You shall say to them this word: ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts melt and knees tremble; anguish is in all loins; all faces grow pale!


Before them peoples are in anguish; all faces grow pale.


Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it,


I have not run away from being your shepherd, nor have I desired the day of sickness. You know what came out of my lips; it was before your face.


I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ graves, lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”


“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.”


“Judah mourns, and her gates languish; her people lament on the ground, and the cry of Jerusalem goes up.


I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of his wrath;


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