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Jeremiah 45:3 - New Revised Standard Version

3 You said, “Woe is me! The Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 You said, Woe is me now! For the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning and sighing and I find no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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Common English Bible

3 You have said, “I can’t take it anymore! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I’m worn out from groaning and can find no rest.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have said: 'Woe to me, a wretched man! For the Lord has added sorrow to my sorrow. I have labored in my groaning, and I have not found rest.'

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Jeremiah 45:3
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So let us not grow weary in doing what is right, for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up.


So we do not lose heart. Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.


Therefore, since it is by God's mercy that we are engaged in this ministry, we do not lose heart.


Brothers and sisters, do not be weary in doing what is right.


Although he causes grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love;


Let all their evil doing come before you; and deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my transgressions; for my groans are many and my heart is faint.


From on high he sent fire; it went deep into my bones; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all day long.


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!


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


If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength being small;


Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.


Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.


I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.


I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.


“Today also my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.


Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel, to you, O Baruch:


My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.


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