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Lamentations 3:48 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

48 Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

48 My eyes overflow with streams of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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American Standard Version (1901)

48 Mine eye runneth down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Common English Bible

48 Streams of water pour from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

48 PHE. My eye has brought forth streams of water at the contrition of the daughter of my people.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

48 Phe. My eye hath run down with streams of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Lamentations 3:48
11 Cross References  

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


By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down, and there we wept when we remembered Zion.


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.


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.


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!


let them quickly raise a dirge over us, so that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids flow with water.


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.


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.


Cry aloud to the Lord! O wall of daughter Zion! Let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give yourself no rest, your eyes no respite!


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