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Jeremiah 4:19

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My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. My heart is beating wildly! My heart is pounding! I can’t keep quiet because I hear a ram’s horn sounding the alarm for war.

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Do not let me attend their secret meetings. Do not let me join their assembly. In their anger they murdered men. At their whim they crippled cattle.

⌞Suddenly,⌟ he said to his father, “My head! My head!” The father told his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”

He stared at him until he became embarrassed. Then the man of God began to cry.

Praise the Lord, my soul! Praise his holy name, all that is within me.

Be at peace again, my soul, because the Lord has been good to you.

Streams of tears flow from my eyes because others do not follow your teachings.

I am burning with anger because of wicked people, who abandon your teachings.

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, my soul!

I said to the Lord, “You are my Lord. Without you, I have nothing good.”

My heart cries out for Moab. Its people flee as far as Zoar at Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the mountain road to Luhith. They cry loudly over the destruction on the way to Horonaim.

That is why my heart mourns for Moab like a harp. My soul mourns for Kir Hareseth.

That is why my body is full of trembling. Pain grips me like the pain of childbirth. I’m disturbed by what I hear. I’m terrified by what I see.

I’m confused. I’m shaking with terror. The twilight hours I longed for make me tremble.

That is why I say, “Turn away from me so that I can cry bitterly. Don’t try to comfort me because of the destruction brought on my people.”

If you won’t listen, I will cry secretly over your arrogance. I will cry bitterly, and my eyes will flow with tears because the Lord’s flock will be taken captive.

I think to myself, “I can forget the Lord and no longer speak his name.” But ⌞his word⌟ is inside me like a burning fire shut up in my bones. I wear myself out holding it in, but I can’t do it any longer.

“⌞Say this⌟ about the prophets: I am deeply disturbed. All my bones tremble. I am like a drunk, like a person who has had too much wine, because of the Lord and his holy words.

How long must I see the battle flag and hear the sound of rams’ horns?

Report this message in Judah. Make it heard in Jerusalem. Say, “Blow the ram’s horn throughout the land.” Shout loudly and say, “Gather together! Let’s go into the fortified cities.”

Then you say, ‘We’ll go to Egypt, where we won’t have to see war, hear the sound of a ram’s horn, or be hungry. We’ll stay there.’

That is why the days are coming, declares the Lord, when I will sound the battle cry against Rabbah, where the people of Ammon live. It will become a pile of rubble. Its villages will be burned down. Then Israel will take possession of its inheritance, says the Lord.

The noise of battle and great destruction fills the land.

We have heard the news about them. Our hands hang limp. We are gripped by anguish and pain like a woman giving birth to a child.

Sorrow has overwhelmed me. I am sick at heart!

I am crushed because my dear people have been crushed. I mourn; terror grips me.

“I wish that my head were ⌞filled with⌟ water and my eyes were a fountain of tears so that I could cry day and night for my dear people who have been killed.

I will cry and weep for the mountains. I will sing a funeral song for the pastures in the wilderness. They are destroyed so that no one can travel through them. No one can hear the sound of cattle. Birds and cattle have fled. They are gone.

I’m crying because of ⌞all⌟ these things. My eyes—my eyes flow with tears. No one can give me the comfort I need to keep me alive. Everyone is too far away from me. My children are devastated because my enemies have won.”

“O Lord, see the distress I’m in! My stomach is churning. My heart is pounding because I’ve been very bitter. In the streets swords kill my children. Inside the houses it’s like death.

My eyes are worn out with tears. My stomach is churning. My heart is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people. Little children and infants faint in the city streets.

Then Daniel (who had been renamed Belteshazzar) was momentarily stunned. What he was thinking frightened him. I told him, “Belteshazzar, don’t let the dream and its meaning frighten you.” Belteshazzar answered, “Sir, I wish that the dream were about those who hate you and its meaning were about your enemies.

I, Daniel, was deeply troubled, and my visions frightened me.

Here is the end of the matter. I, Daniel, was terrified by my thoughts, and I turned pale. I kept this to myself.

I, Daniel, was exhausted and sick for days. Then I got up and worked for the king. The vision horrified me because I couldn’t understand it.

If a ram’s horn sounds an alarm in a city, won’t the people be alarmed? If there is a disaster in a city, hasn’t the Lord done it?

I have heard, so there’s trembling within me. At the report my lips quivered. A rotten feeling has entered me. I tremble where I stand. I wait for the day of trouble to come to the people who will attack us.

“When you go to war in your own country against an enemy who is oppressing you, the trumpets will sound a fanfare. Then the Lord your God will remember you and rescue you from your enemies.

Brothers and sisters, my heart’s desire and prayer to God on behalf of the Jewish people is that they would be saved.

For example, if the trumpet doesn’t sound a clear call, who will get ready for battle?

My children, I am suffering birth pains for you again until Christ is formed in you.

The Kishon River swept them away— that old river, the Kishon. I must march on with strength!




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