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Isaiah 22:4

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

Then I said, “Leave me alone! Let me cry bitter tears. My people have been destroyed, so don't try to comfort me.”

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I wish that my eyes were fountains of tears, so I could cry day and night for my people who were killed.

“In Ramah a voice was heard crying and weeping loudly. Rachel was mourning for her children, and she refused to be comforted, because they were dead.”

Because of this tragedy, I go barefoot and naked. My crying and weeping sound like howling wolves or ostriches.

In Ramah a voice is heard, crying and weeping loudly. Rachel mourns for her children and refuses to be comforted, because they are dead.

If you are too proud to listen, I will weep alone. Tears will stream from my eyes when the LORD's people are taken away as prisoners.

In days filled with trouble, I search for you. And at night I tirelessly lift my hands in prayer, refusing comfort.

When Jesus came closer and could see Jerusalem, he cried

They wrote what we had been told by the ones who were there in the beginning and saw what happened.

and Peter remembered that Jesus had said, “Before a cock crows, you will say three times that you don't know me.” Then Peter went out and cried hard.

I'm burdened with sorrow and feel like giving up.

and attacks without warning. So mourn, my people, as though your only child had died. Wear clothes made of sackcloth and roll in the ash heap.”

I can't stand the pain! My heart pounds, as I twist and turn in agony. I hear the signal trumpet and the battle cry of the enemy, and I cannot be silent.

Listen! Our bravest soldiers are running through the streets, screaming for help. Our messengers hoped for peace, but came home crying.

In the towns and at home, everyone wears sackcloth and cries loud and long.

The people answered, “Let them come quickly and cry for us, until our own eyes are flooded with tears.

My eyes are red from crying, my stomach is in knots, and I feel sick all over. My people are being wiped out, and children lie helpless in the streets of the city.

they shave their heads and dress in sackcloth as they cry in despair.

When Mordecai heard about the letter, he tore his clothes in sorrow and put on sackcloth. Then he covered his head with ashes and went through the city, crying and weeping.

My sword has been polished; it's sharp and ready to kill.




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