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Isaiah 22:4 - New Revised Standard Version

4 Therefore I said: Look away from me, let me weep bitter tears; do not try to comfort me for the destruction of my beloved people.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 Therefore said I, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, labour not to comfort me, because of the spoiling of the daughter of my people.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Therefore I [Isaiah] said, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly. Do not hasten and try to comfort me over the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 Therefore said I, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; labor not to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Common English Bible

4 Therefore, I said, “Don’t look at me; let me weep bitterly. Don’t try to comfort me about the destruction of my dearly loved people.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 For this reason, I said: "Depart from me. I will weep bitterly. Make no attempt to console me, over the devastation of the daughter of my people."

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Isaiah 22:4
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O that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, so that I might weep day and night for the slain of my poor people!


“A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.”


For this I will lament and wail; I will go barefoot and naked; I will make lamentation like the jackals, and mourning like the ostriches.


Thus says the Lord: A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.


But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears, because the Lord's flock has been taken captive.


In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.


As he came near and saw the city, he wept over it,


just as they were handed on to us by those who from the beginning were eyewitnesses and servants of the word,


Then Peter remembered what Jesus had said: “Before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.” And he went out and wept bitterly.


My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.


O my poor people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only child, most bitter lamentation: for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.


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.


Listen! the valiant cry in the streets; the envoys of peace weep bitterly.


in the streets they bind on sackcloth; on the housetops and in the squares everyone wails and melts in tears.


let them quickly raise a dirge over us, so that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids flow with water.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


they make themselves bald for you, and put on sackcloth, and they weep over you in bitterness of soul, with bitter mourning.


When Mordecai learned all that had been done, Mordecai tore his clothes and put on sackcloth and ashes, and went through the city, wailing with a loud and bitter cry;


The sword is given to be polished, to be grasped in the hand; It is sharpened, the sword is polished, to be placed in the slayer's hand.


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