Jeremiah 10:19 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is severe. But I said, “Truly this is my punishment, and I must bear it.” More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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. American Standard Version (1901) Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version 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. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Woe is me for my destruction: my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it. |
And I say, “It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”
I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.
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 struck down with a crushing blow, with a very grievous wound.
Although our iniquities testify against us, act, O Lord, for your name’s sake; our rebellions indeed are many, and we have sinned against you.
O hope of Israel! O Lord! All who forsake you shall be put to shame; those who turn away from you shall be recorded in the underworld, for they have forsaken the fountain of living water, the Lord.
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.
For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor, anguish as of one bringing forth her first child, the cry of daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands, “Woe is me! I am fainting before killers!”
For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken, I mourn, and horror has seized me.
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 the daughter of my people!
She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers, she has no one to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.
My eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of my people.
I must bear the indignation of the Lord because I have sinned against him, until he takes my side and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light; I shall see his vindication.