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Jeremiah 15:18 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

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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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
15 Cross References  

Why criest thou for thine affliction? thy sorrow is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity: because thy sins were increased, I have done these things unto thee.


Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable without transgression.


For her wound is incurable; for it is come unto Judah; he is come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.


For thus saith the Lord, Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is grievous.


O Lord, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh me.


Hast thou utterly rejected Judah? hath thy soul loathed Zion? why hast thou smitten us, and there is no healing for us? we looked for peace, and there is no good; and for the time of healing, and behold trouble!


And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters: they came to the pits, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.


My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?


Therefore shalt thou give presents to Mo´resheth–gath: the houses of Achzib shall be a lie to the kings of Israel.


As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up;


Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?


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