Jeremiah 45:3

New International Version

You said, ‘Woe to me! The Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am worn out with groaning and find no rest.’

Cross References

Galatians 6:9

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

2 Corinthians 4:16

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.

2 Corinthians 4:1

Therefore, since through God’s mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart.

2 Thessalonians 3:13

And as for you, brothers and sisters, never tire of doing what is good.

Lamentations 3:32

Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love.

Lamentations 1:22

“Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many and my heart is faint.”

Lamentations 1:13

“From on high he sent fire, sent it down into my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.

Jeremiah 9:1

Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

Jeremiah 8:18

You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me.

Proverbs 24:10

If you falter in a time of trouble, how small is your strength!

Psalm 120:5

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Psalm 69:3

I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Psalm 42:7

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

Psalm 27:13

I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

Psalm 6:6

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

Job 23:2

“Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

Jeremiah 45:2

“This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says to you, Baruch:

Psalm 6:7

My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes.