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Jeremiah 9:18 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

18 let them quickly raise a dirge over us, so that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids flow with water.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Let them make haste and raise a wailing over us and for us, that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids gush with water.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

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Common English Bible

18 Hurry! Let them weep for us so that our eyes fill up with tears and water streams down.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 'Let them hasten to take up a lamentation over us. Let our eyes shed tears, and our eyelids run with water.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 Let them hasten and take up a lamentation for us: let our eyes shed tears and our eyelids run down with waters.

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Jeremiah 9:18
19 Références croisées  

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


Therefore I said: “Look away from me; let me weep bitter tears; do not try to comfort me for the destruction of my beloved people.”


But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.


You shall say to them this word: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is struck down with a crushing blow, with a very grievous wound.


“But from our youth the shameful thing has devoured all for which our ancestors had labored, their flocks and their herds, their sons and their daughters.


Let us lie down in our shame, and let our dishonor cover us, for we have sinned against the Lord our God, we and our ancestors, from our youth even to this day, and we have not obeyed the voice of the Lord our God.”


Disaster overtakes disaster; the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my curtains in a moment.


O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only child, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.


Cut off your hair and throw it away; raise a lamentation on the bare heights, for the Lord has rejected and forsaken the generation that provoked his wrath.


O that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, so that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


Take up weeping and wailing for the mountains and a lamentation for the pastures of the wilderness, because they are laid waste so that no one passes through, and the lowing of cattle is not heard; both the birds of the air and the animals have fled and are gone.


Hear, O women, the word of the Lord, and let your ears receive the word of his mouth; teach to your daughters a dirge and each to her neighbor a lament.


She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers, she has no one to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


What can I say for you, to what compare you, O daughter Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter Zion? For vast as the sea is your ruin; who can heal you?


Cry aloud to the Lord! O wall of daughter Zion! Let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give yourself no rest, your eyes no respite!


My eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of my people.


Therefore thus says the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord: In all the squares there shall be wailing, and in all the streets they shall say, “Alas! Alas!” They shall call the farmers to mourning and those skilled in lamentation to wailing;


As he came near and saw the city, he wept over it,


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