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Jeremiah 8:18 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Oh, that I [Jeremiah] could comfort myself against sorrow, [for my grief is beyond healing], my heart is sick and faint within me!

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

18 No healing, only grief; my heart is broken.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 My sorrow is beyond sorrow; my heart mourns within me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 My sorrow is above sorrow: my heart mourneth within me.

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Jeremiah 8:18
12 Cross References  

Make haste to answer me, O LORD; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me; Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.


Therefore said I, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; labour not to comfort me, for the spoiling of the daughter of my people.


Concerning the prophets. Mine heart within me is broken, all my bones shake; I am like a drunken man, and like a man whom wine hath overcome; because of the LORD, and because of his holy words.


My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


We have heard the fame thereof; our hands wax feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, and pangs as of a woman in travail.


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!


For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim;


I heard, and my belly trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place: That I should rest in the day of trouble, When it cometh up against the people which invadeth him in troops.


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