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Jeremiah 4:8 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

8 For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and howl: for the fierce anger of the LORD is not turned back from us.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and howl: for the fierce anger of the LORD is not turned back from us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 For this, gird yourselves with sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned back from us.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of Jehovah is not turned back from us.

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Common English Bible

8 So put on funeral clothing. Weep and wail, for the LORD’s fierce anger hasn’t turned away from us.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Concerning this, wrap yourselves in haircloth, mourn and wail: 'For the wrath of the fury of the Lord has not been turned away from us.'

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Jeremiah 4:8
22 Cross References  

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.


And in that day did the Lord, the LORD of hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:


Tremble, ye women that are at ease; be troubled, ye careless ones: strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth upon your loins.


They shall only bow down under the prisoners, and shall fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


Therefore is the anger of the LORD kindled against his people, and he hath stretched forth his hand against them, and hath smitten them, and the hills did tremble, and their carcases were as refuse in the midst of the streets. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.


Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the Lord GOD Howl ye, Woe worth the day!


Cry and howl, son of man: for it is upon my people, it is upon all the princes of Israel: they are delivered over to the sword with my people: smite therefore upon thy thigh.


Moab is put to shame; for it is broken down: howl and cry; tell ye it in Arnon, that Moab is laid waste.


The fierce anger of the LORD shall not return, until he have executed, and till he have performed the intents of his heart: in the latter days ye shall understand it.


Howl ye; for the day of the LORD is at hand; as destruction from the Almighty shall it come.


Manasseh, Ephraim; and Ephraim, Manasseh: and they together shall be against Judah. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


Therefore the Lord shall not rejoice over their young men, neither shall he have compassion on their fatherless and widows: for every one is profane and an evil-doer, and every mouth speaketh folly. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


the Syrians before, and the Philistines behind, and they shall devour Israel with open mouth. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


He cast upon them the fierceness of his anger, Wrath, and indignation, and trouble, a band of angels of evil.


And the LORD said unto Moses, Take all the chiefs of the people, and hang them up unto the LORD before the sun, that the fierce anger of the LORD may turn away from Israel.


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.


Gird yourselves with sackcloth, and lament, ye priests; howl, ye ministers of the altar; come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God.


Howl, ye shepherds, and cry; and wallow yourselves in ashes, ye principal of the flock: for the days of your slaughter are fully come, and I will break you in pieces, and ye shall fall like a pleasant vessel.


Make thee bald, and poll thee for the children of thy delight: enlarge thy baldness as the eagle; for they are gone into captivity from thee.


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