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Lamentations 1:20 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

20 Look, O Lord, at how distressed I am; my stomach churns; my heart is wrung within me because I have been very rebellious. In the street the sword bereaves; in the house it is like death.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: My bowels are troubled; Mine heart is turned within me; For I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, At home there is as death.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 Behold, O Lord, how distressed I am! My vital parts (emotions) are in tumult and are deeply disturbed; my heart cannot rest and is violently agitated within me, for I have grievously rebelled. Outside the house the sword bereaves, at home there is [famine, pestilence] death!

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.

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Common English Bible

20 Pay attention, LORD, for I am in trouble. My stomach is churning; my heart is pounding inside me because I am so bitter. In the streets the sword kills; in the house it is like death.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 RES. See, O Lord, that I am in tribulation. My bowels have been disturbed, my heart has been subverted within me, for I am filled with bitterness. Outside, the sword puts to death, and at home there is a similar death.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 Res. Behold, O Lord, for I am in distress, my bowels are troubled: my heart is turned within me, for I am full of bitterness: abroad the sword destroyeth and at home there is death alike.

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Lamentations 1:20
32 Références croisées  

My inward parts are in turmoil and are never still; days of affliction come to meet me.


That person sings to others and says, ‘I sinned and perverted what was right, and it was not paid back to me.


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast;


I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.


No one who conceals transgressions will prosper, but one who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.


Therefore my heart moans like a harp for Moab and my very soul for Kir-heres.


Like a swallow or a crane I clamor; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!


If I go out into the field, look—those killed by the sword! And if I enter the city, look—those sick with famine! For both prophet and priest ply their trade throughout the land and have no knowledge.


We acknowledge our wickedness, O Lord, the iniquity of our ancestors, for we have sinned against you.


you say, “I am innocent; surely his anger has turned from me.” Now I am bringing you to judgment for saying, “I have not sinned.”


Only acknowledge your guilt, that you have rebelled against the Lord your God and scattered your favors among strangers under every green tree and have not obeyed my voice, says the Lord.


Is Ephraim my dear son? Is he the child in whom I delight? As often as I speak against him, I still remember him. Therefore I am deeply moved for him; I will surely have mercy on him, says the Lord.


My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


Therefore my heart moans for Moab like a flute, and my heart moans like a flute for the people of Kir-heres, for the riches they gained have perished.


All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to revive their lives. Look, O Lord, and see how worthless I have become.


The Lord is in the right, for I have rebelled against his word; but hear, all you peoples, and behold my suffering; my young women and young men have gone into captivity.


Jerusalem sinned grievously, so she has become a filthy thing; all who honored her despise her, for they have seen her nakedness; she herself groans and turns her face away.


Her uncleanness was in her skirts; she took no thought of her future; her downfall was appalling, with none to comfort her. Look, O Lord, at my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed!


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.


The crown has fallen from our head; woe to us, for we have sinned!


The sword is outside; pestilence and famine are inside; those in the field die by the sword; those in the city—famine and pestilence devour them.


we have sinned and done wrong, acted wickedly and rebelled, turning aside from your commandments and ordinances.


How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender.


I hear, and I tremble within; my lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, and my steps tremble beneath me. I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.


In the street the sword shall bereave, and in the chambers terror for young man and woman alike, nursing child and old gray head.


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