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Jeremiah 4:19 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 [It is not only the prophet but also the people who cry out in their thoughts] My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is disquieted and throbs aloud within me; I cannot be silent! For I have heard the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Common English Bible

19 Oh, my suffering, my suffering! My pain is unbearable; my heart is in turmoil; it throbs nonstop. I can’t be silent, because I hear the blast of the trumpet and the roar of the battle cry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 I am afflicted in my heart, in my heart. The senses of my heart have been stirred up within me. I will not remain silent. For my soul has heard the voice of the trumpet, the clamor of the battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 My bowels, my bowels, are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me. I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle.

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Jeremiah 4:19
48 Cross References  

May I never come into their council; may I not be joined to their company, for in their anger they killed men, and at their whim they hamstrung oxen.


He complained to his father, “Oh, my head, my head!” The father said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”


He fixed his gaze and stared at him to the point of embarrassment. Then the man of God wept.


Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.


Return, O my soul, to your rest, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.


My eyes shed streams of tears because your law is not kept.


Hot indignation seizes me because of the wicked, those who forsake your law.


Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul!


I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”


My heart cries out for Moab; his fugitives flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah. For at the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction;


Therefore my heart moans like a harp for Moab and my very soul for Kir-heres.


Therefore my loins are filled with anguish; pangs have seized me like the pangs of a woman in labor; I am bowed down so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.


My mind reels; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.


Therefore I said: “Look away from me; let me weep bitter tears; do not try to comfort me for the destruction of my beloved people.”


But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.


If I say, “I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,” then within me there is something like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.


Concerning the prophets: My heart is crushed within me; all my bones shake; I have become like a drunkard, like one overcome by wine, because of the Lord and because of his holy words.


How long must I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?


Declare in Judah, and proclaim in Jerusalem, and say: Blow the trumpet through the land; shout aloud and say, “Gather together, and let us go into the fortified cities!”


and saying, ‘No, we will go to the land of Egypt, where we shall not see war or hear the sound of the trumpet or be hungry for bread, and there we will stay,’


Therefore, the time is surely coming, says the Lord, when I will sound the battle alarm against Rabbah of the Ammonites; it shall become a desolate mound, and its villages shall be burned with fire; then Israel shall dispossess those who dispossessed him, says the Lord.


The noise of battle is in the land and great destruction!


“We have heard news of them; our hands fall helpless; anguish has taken hold of us, pain as of a woman in labor.


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


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!


Take up weeping and wailing for the mountains and a lamentation for the pastures of the wilderness, because they are laid waste so that no one passes through, and the lowing of cattle is not heard; both the birds of the air and the animals have fled and are gone.


For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my courage; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.


Look, O Lord, at how distressed I am; my stomach churns; my heart is wrung within me because I have been very rebellious. In the street the sword bereaves; in the house it is like death.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


Then Daniel, whose name was Belteshazzar, was severely distressed for a while. His thoughts terrified him. The king said, “Belteshazzar, do not let the dream or the interpretation terrify you.” Belteshazzar answered, “My lord, may the dream be for those who hate you and its interpretation for your enemies!


As for me, Daniel, my spirit was troubled within me, and the visions of my head terrified me.


Here the account ends. As for me, Daniel, my thoughts greatly terrified me, and my face turned pale, but I kept the matter in my mind.


So I, Daniel, was overcome and lay sick for some days; then I arose and went about the king’s business. But I was dismayed by the vision and did not understand it.


Is a trumpet blown in a city, and the people are not afraid? Does disaster befall a city unless the Lord has done it?


I hear, and I tremble within; my lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, and my steps tremble beneath me. I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.


When you go to war in your land against the adversary who oppresses you, you shall sound an alarm with the trumpets, so that you may be remembered before the Lord your God and be saved from your enemies.


Brothers and sisters, my heart’s desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved.


And if the bugle gives an indistinct sound, who will get ready for battle?


My little children, for whom I am again in the pain of childbirth until Christ is formed in you,


The torrent Kishon swept them away, the onrushing torrent, the torrent Kishon. March on, my soul, with might!


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