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Jeremiah 15:18 - New Revised Standard Version

18 Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Truly, you are to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Why is my pain perpetual and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will you indeed be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail and are uncertain?

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?

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Common English Bible

18 Why am I always in pain? Why is my wound incurable, so far beyond healing? You have become for me as unreliable as a spring gone dry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters."

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Jeremiah 15:18
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Why do you cry out over your hurt? Your pain is incurable. Because your guilt is great, because your sins are so numerous, I have done these things to you.


in spite of being right I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’


For her wound is incurable. It has come to Judah; it has reached to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem.


For thus says the Lord: Your hurt is incurable, your wound is grievous.


O Lord, you have enticed me, and I was enticed; you have overpowered me, and you have prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.


Have you completely rejected Judah? Does your heart loathe Zion? Why have you struck us down so that there is no healing for us? We look for peace, but find no good; for a time of healing, but there is terror instead.


Her nobles send their servants for water; they come to the cisterns, they find no water, they return with their vessels empty. They are ashamed and dismayed and cover their heads,


My soul also is struck with terror, while you, O Lord—how long?


Therefore you shall give parting gifts to Moresheth-gath; the houses of Achzib shall be a deception to the kings of Israel.


As waters fail from a lake, and a river wastes away and dries up,


Why did I come forth from the womb to see toil and sorrow, and spend my days in shame?


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