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Jeremiah 4:19

New American Bible - revised edition

My body! my body! how I writhe! The walls of my heart! My heart beats wildly, I cannot be still; For I myself have heard the blast of the horn, the battle cry.

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I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us.

That is why I say: Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly; Do not try to comfort me for the ruin of the daughter of my people.

Therefore for Moab my heart moans like a lyre, my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.

I will turn Jerusalem into a heap of ruins, a haunt of jackals; The cities of Judah I will make a waste, where no one dwells.

Oh, that I had in the wilderness a travelers’ lodging! That I might leave my people and depart from them. They are all adulterers, a band of traitors.

Therefore my loins are filled with anguish, pangs have seized me like those of a woman in labor; I am too bewildered to hear, too dismayed to look.

My children, for whom I am again in labor until Christ be formed in you!

I, Daniel, was weak and ill for some days; then I arose and took care of the king’s affairs. But the vision left me desolate, without understanding.

Because of this, my spirit was anguished and I, Daniel, was terrified by my visions.

My heart cries out for Moab, his fugitives reach Zoar, Eglath-shelishiyah: The ascent of Luhith they ascend weeping; On the way to Horonaim they utter rending cries;

Return, my soul, to your rest; the Lord has been very good to you.

Brothers, my heart’s desire and prayer to God on their behalf is for salvation.

Does the ram’s horn sound in a city without the people becoming frightened? Does disaster befall a city unless the Lord has caused it?

This is the end of the report. I, Daniel, was greatly terrified by my thoughts, and my face became pale, but I kept the matter to myself.

My eyes are spent with tears, my stomach churns; My bile is poured out on the ground at the brokenness of the daughter of my people, As children and infants collapse in the streets of the town.

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears! How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life. My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”

Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me, all my bones tremble; I am like a drunk, like one overcome by wine, Because of the Lord, because of his holy words.

I say I will not mention him, I will no longer speak in his name. But then it is as if fire is burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones; I grow weary holding back, I cannot!

If you do not listen to this in your pride, I will weep many tears in secret; My eyes will run with tears for the Lord’s flock, led away to exile.

How long must I see the signal, hear the blast of the horn!

Proclaim it in Judah, in Jerusalem announce it; Blow the trumpet throughout the land, call out, “Fill the ranks!” Say, “Assemble, let us march to the fortified cities.”

My eyes shed streams of tears because your law is not observed.

Rage seizes me because of the wicked; they forsake your law.

Of David. Bless the Lord, my soul; all my being, bless his holy name!

I say to the Lord, you are my Lord, you are my only good.

The Wadi Kishon swept them away; the wadi overwhelmed them, the Wadi Kishon. Trample down the strong!

When in your own land you go to war against an enemy that is attacking you, you shall sound the alarm on the trumpets, and you shall be remembered before the Lord, your God, and be saved from your foes.

Let not my person enter their council, or my honor be joined with their company; For in their fury they killed men, at their whim they maimed oxen.

And if the bugle gives an indistinct sound, who will get ready for battle?

We hear news of them; our hands hang helpless, Anguish takes hold of us, pangs like a woman in childbirth.

I am broken by the injury of the daughter of my people. I am in mourning; horror has seized me.

and saying, “No, we will go to the land of Egypt, where we will not see war, nor hear the trumpet alarm, nor hunger for bread. There we will live!”

Therefore the days are coming—oracle of the Lord— when I will sound the battle alarm against Rabbah of the Ammonites; It shall become a mound of ruins, and its villages destroyed by fire. Israel shall then inherit those who disinherited it— oracle of the Lord.

Battle alarm in the land, great destruction!

you are that tree, O king, large and strong! Your majesty has become so great as to touch the heavens, and your rule reaches to the ends of the earth.

He said to his father, “My head! My head!” And his father said to the servant, “Carry him to his mother.”

Then he stared him down until he became ill at ease. The man of God wept,

My mind reels, shuddering assails me; The twilight I yearned for he has turned into dread.

My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.

Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns, And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am! Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.




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