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Jeremiah 10:19 - Revised Standard Version

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous. But I said, “Truly this is an affliction, and I must bear it.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

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Common English Bible

19 How terrible for me, due to my injury; my wound is terrible. Yet I said to myself: This is my sickness, and I must bear it.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Woe to me, concerning my destruction! My wound is very grievous. And yet I said: Clearly, this infirmity is mine, and I will carry it.

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Jeremiah 10:19
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I will bear the indignation of the Lord because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my cause and executes judgment for me. He will bring me forth to the light; I shall behold his deliverance.


“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 smitten with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


For I heard a cry as of a woman in travail, anguish as of one bringing forth her first child, the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands, “Woe is me! I am fainting before murderers.”


I am dumb, I do not open my mouth; for it is thou who hast done it.


my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.


She weeps bitterly in the night, tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.


O Lord, the hope of Israel, all who forsake thee shall be put to shame; those who turn away from thee shall be written in the earth, for they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living water.


O 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!


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


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.


I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.


And I say, “It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”


“Though our iniquities testify against us, act, O Lord, for thy name's sake; for our backslidings are many, we have sinned against thee.


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