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Jeremiah 4:19

Young's Literal Translation 1898

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained [at] the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul — a shout of battle!

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Into their secret, come not, O my soul! Unto their assembly be not united, O mine honour; For in their anger they slew a man, And in their self-will eradicated a prince.

and he saith unto his father, ‘My head, my head;’ and he saith unto the young man, ‘Bear him unto his mother;’

And he setteth his face, yea, he setteth [it] till he is ashamed, and the man of God weepeth.

Bless, O my soul, Jehovah, And all my inward parts — His Holy Name.

Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest, For Jehovah hath conferred benefits on thee.

Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!

Horror hath seized me, Because of the wicked forsaking Thy law.

Praise ye Jah! Praise, O my soul, Jehovah.

Thou hast said to Jehovah, ‘My Lord Thou [art];’ My good [is] not for thine own sake;

My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.

Therefore filled have been my loins [with] great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.

Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,

Therefore I said, ‘Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.’

And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.

And I said, ‘I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,’ And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.

In reference to the prophets: Broken hath been my heart in my midst, Fluttered have all my bones, I have been as a man — a drunkard, And as a man — wine hath passed over him, Because of Jehovah, and of His holy words.

Till when do I see an ensign? Do I hear the voice of a trumpet?

Declare in Judah, and in Jerusalem sound, And say ye, ‘Blow a trumpet in the land,’ Call ye fully, and say ye: ‘Be gathered, and we go in to the fenced city.’

saying, No; but the land of Egypt we enter, that we see no war, and the sound of a trumpet do not hear, and for bread be not hungry; and there do we dwell.

Therefore, lo, days are coming, An affirmation of Jehovah, And I have sounded unto Rabbah of the sons of Ammon a shout of battle, And it hath been for a heap — a desolation, And her daughters with fire are burnt, And Israel hath succeeded its heirs, Said hath Jehovah.

A noise of battle [is] in the land, and of great destruction.

‘We have heard its sound, feeble have been our hands, Distress hath seized us, pain as of a travailing woman.

My refreshing for me [is] sorrow, For me my heart [is] sick.

For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.

Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.

For the mountains I lift up weeping and wailing, And for the habitations of the wilderness a lamentation, For they have been burnt up without any passing over, Nor have they heard the voice of cattle, From the fowl of the heavens unto the beast they have fled, they have gone.

For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

See, O Jehovah, for distress [is] to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house [it is] as death.

Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,

‘Then Daniel, whose name [is] Belteshazzar, hath been astonished about one hour, and his thoughts do trouble him; the king hath answered and said, O Belteshazzar, let not the dream and its interpretation trouble thee. Belteshazzar hath answered and said, My lord, the dream — to those hating thee, and its interpretation — to thine enemies!

‘Pierced hath been my spirit — I, Daniel — in the midst of the sheath, and the visions of my head trouble me;

‘Hitherto [is] the end of the matter. I, Daniel, greatly do my thoughts trouble me, and my countenance is changed on me, and the matter in my heart I have kept.

And I, Daniel, have been, yea, I became sick [for] days, and I rise, and do the king's work, and am astonished at the appearance, and there is none understanding.

Is a trumpet blown in a city, And do people not tremble? Is there affliction in a city, And Jehovah hath not done [it]?

I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.

‘And when ye go into battle in your land against the adversary who is distressing you, then ye have shouted with the trumpets, and ye have been remembered before Jehovah your God, and ye have been saved from your enemies.

Brethren, the pleasure indeed of my heart, and my supplication that [is] to God for Israel, is — for salvation;

for if also an uncertain sound a trumpet may give, who shall prepare himself for battle?

my little children, of whom again I travail in birth, till Christ may be formed in you,

The brook Kishon swept them away, The brook most ancient — the brook Kishon. Thou dost tread down strength, O my soul!




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