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Jeremiah 6:26 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

26 O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only child, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

26 O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

26 O daughter of my people [says Jeremiah], gird yourself with sackcloth and wallow in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, a most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come upon us [on prophet and people].

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American Standard Version (1901)

26 O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.

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Common English Bible

26 My people, put on funeral clothes and roll in ashes; weep and wail as for an only child, because the destroyer will suddenly descend upon us.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

26 Wrap yourself in haircloth, O daughter of my people. And sprinkle yourself with ashes. Make a mourning for yourself, as for an only son, a bitter lamentation: 'for the destroyer will overwhelm us suddenly.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

26 Gird thee with sackcloth, O daughter of my people, and sprinkle thee with ashes: make thee mourning as for an only son, a bitter lamentation, because the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.

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Jeremiah 6:26
42 Cross References  

Then she went and sat down opposite him a good way off, about the distance of a bowshot, for she said, “Do not let me look on the death of the child.” And as she sat opposite him, she lifted up her voice and wept.


Terrifying sounds are in their ears; in prosperity the destroyer will come upon them.


Job took a potsherd with which to scrape himself and sat among the ashes.


On that day the Lord God of hosts called for weeping and mourning, for baldness and putting on sackcloth,


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.”


Instead of perfume there will be a stench; and instead of a sash, a rope; and instead of well-styled hair, baldness; and instead of a rich robe, a binding of sackcloth; instead of beauty, shame.


therefore this iniquity shall become for you like a break in a high wall, bulging out and about to collapse, whose crash comes suddenly, in an instant;


Tremble, you women who are at ease; shudder, you complacent ones; strip and make yourselves bare, and put sackcloth on your loins.


Upon all the bare heights in the desert, spoilers have come, for the sword of the Lord devours from one end of the land to the other; no one shall be safe.


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.


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.


Their widows became more numerous than the sand of the seas; I have brought against the mothers of youths a destroyer at noonday; I have made anguish and terror fall upon her suddenly.


May a cry be heard from their houses when you bring the marauder suddenly upon them! For they have dug a pit to catch me and laid snares for my feet.


Thus says the Lord: We have heard a cry of panic, of terror, and no peace.


At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem: A hot wind comes from me out of the bare heights in the desert toward the daughter of my people, not to winnow or cleanse,


Disaster overtakes disaster; the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my curtains in a moment.


Because of this put on sackcloth, lament and wail: “The fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.”


They have treated the wound of my people carelessly, saying, “Peace, peace,” when there is no peace.


Listen! The cry of the daughter of my people from far and wide in the land: “Is the Lord not in Zion? Is her King not in her?” (“Why have they provoked me to anger with their images, with their foreign idols?”)


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.


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 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.


He has made my teeth grind on gravel; he has made me cower in ashes;


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


The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food in the destruction of my people.


Even the jackals offer the breast and nurse their young, but my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.


For the chastisement of my people has been greater than the punishment of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, though no hand was laid on it.


I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on all loins and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.


When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, removed his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.


And I will pour out a spirit of compassion and supplication on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem so that, when they look on the one whom they have pierced, they shall mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly over him as one weeps over a firstborn.


As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow, and with her was a large crowd from the town.


Lament and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned into mourning and your joy into dejection.


Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you.


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