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Luke 19:41 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

41 And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

41 And as He approached, He saw the city, and He wept [audibly] over it,

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American Standard Version (1901)

41 And when he drew nigh, he saw the city and wept over it,

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Common English Bible

41 As Jesus came to the city and observed it, he wept over it.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

41 And when he drew near, seeing the city, he wept over it, saying:

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

41 And when he drew near, seeing the city, he wept over it, saying:

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Luke 19:41
14 Références croisées  

He fixed his gaze and stared at him to the point of embarrassment. Then the man of God wept.


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


I look at the faithless with disgust because they do not keep your commands.


Hot indignation seizes me because of the wicked, those who forsake your law.


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.”


For the Lord will rise up as on Mount Perazim; he will rage as in the valley of Gibeon to do his deed—strange is his deed!— and to work his work—alien is his work!


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.


But I have not run away from being a shepherd in your service, nor have I desired the fatal day. You know what came from my lips; it was before your face.


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!


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.


saying, “If you, even you, had only recognized on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes.


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