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Jeremiah 45:3 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 You said, Woe is me now! For the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning and sighing and I find no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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Common English Bible

3 You have said, “I can’t take it anymore! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I’m worn out from groaning and can find no rest.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have said: 'Woe to me, a wretched man! For the Lord has added sorrow to my sorrow. I have labored in my groaning, and I have not found rest.'

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Jeremiah 45:3
28 Cross References  

And let us not be weary in well-doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.


Wherefore we faint not; but though our outward man is decaying, yet our inward man is renewed day by day.


Therefore seeing we have this ministry, even as we obtained mercy, we faint not:


But ye, brethren, be not weary in well-doing.


For though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.


Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.


From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back; he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.


Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


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


If thou faint in the day of adversity, Thy strength is small.


Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!


I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.


I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living.


I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.


Even today is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.


Thus saith the LORD, the God of Israel, unto thee, O Baruch:


Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.


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