Jeremiah 8:21 - Revised Standard Version CI

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.

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.

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.

Common English Bible

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

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.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

²¹ For the affliction of the daughter of my people, I am afflicted: and made sorrowful: astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Jeremiah 8:21 Krydshenvisninger

Nehemiah 2:3

I said to the king, “Let the king live for ever! Why should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Jeremiah 14:17

“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.

Jeremiah 14:2

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

Jeremiah 17:16

I have not pressed thee to send evil, nor have I desired the day of disaster, thou knowest; that which came out of my lips was before thy face.

Jeremiah 4:19

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.

Jeremiah 8:20

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

Jeremiah 9:1

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!

Lamentations 3:1

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

Joel 2:6

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

Nahum 2:10

Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts faint and knees tremble, anguish is on all loins, all faces grow pale!

Luke 19:41

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