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Jeremiah 20:18 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed in shame?

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 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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Common English Bible

18 Why was I ever born when all I see is suffering and misery, and my days are filled with shame?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Why did I depart from the womb, so that I would see hardship and sorrow, and so that my days would be consumed by trouble?"

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Jeremiah 20:18
27 Cross References  

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;


I AM the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.


Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.


Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonour: Mine adversaries are all before thee.


Let us therefore go forth unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach.


looking unto Jesus the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising shame, and hath sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.


and others had trial of mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment:


For ye have need of patience, that, having done the will of God, ye may receive the promise.


For the which cause I suffer also these things: yet I am not ashamed; for I know him whom I have believed, and I am persuaded that he is able to guard that which I have committed unto him against that day.


They therefore departed from the presence of the council, rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer dishonour for the Name.


Verily, verily, I say unto you, that ye shall weep and lament, but the world shall rejoice: ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy.


Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.


Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.


Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law; fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye dismayed at their revilings.


From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and festering sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.


Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!


But man is born unto trouble, As the sparks fly upward.


For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.


Let us lie down in our shame, and let our confusion cover us: for we have sinned against the LORD our God, we and our fathers, from our youth even unto this day: and we have not obeyed the voice of the LORD our God.


Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent on usury, neither have men lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.


Why dost thou shew me iniquity, and look upon perverseness? for spoiling and violence are before me: and there is strife, and contention riseth up.


But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.


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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