May I never enter their council; may I never join their assembly. For in their anger they kill men, and on a whim they hamstring oxen.
Jeremiah 4:19 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn – the shout of battle. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition [It is not only the prophet but also the people who cry out in their thoughts] My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is disquieted and throbs aloud within me; I cannot be silent! For I have heard the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. American Standard Version (1901) My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Common English Bible Oh, my suffering, my suffering! My pain is unbearable; my heart is in turmoil; it throbs nonstop. I can’t be silent, because I hear the blast of the trumpet and the roar of the battle cry! Catholic Public Domain Version I am afflicted in my heart, in my heart. The senses of my heart have been stirred up within me. I will not remain silent. For my soul has heard the voice of the trumpet, the clamor of the battle. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version My bowels, my bowels, are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me. I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle. |
May I never enter their council; may I never join their assembly. For in their anger they kill men, and on a whim they hamstring oxen.
Suddenly he complained to his father, ‘My head! My head! ’ His father told his servant, ‘Carry him to his mother.’
Then he stared steadily at him until he was ashamed. The man of God wept,
My heart cries out over Moab, whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah; they go up the Ascent of Luhith weeping; they raise a cry of destruction on the road to Horonaim.
Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.
Therefore I am filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pain of a woman in labour. I am too perplexed to hear, too dismayed to see.
My heart staggers; horror terrifies me. He has turned my last glimmer of hope into sheer terror.
Therefore I said, ‘Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear people.’
But if you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, for the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.
I say, ‘I won’t mention him or speak any longer in his name.’ But his message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones. I become tired of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me, and all my bones tremble. I have become like a drunkard, like a man overcome by wine, because of the Lord, because of his holy words.
How long must I see the signal flag and hear the sound of the ram’s horn?
Declare in Judah, proclaim in Jerusalem, and say, Blow the ram’s horn throughout the land. Cry out loudly and say, ‘Assemble yourselves, and let’s flee to the fortified cities.’
and if you say, “No, instead we’ll go to the land of Egypt where we will not see war or hear the sound of the ram’s horn or hunger for food, and we’ll live there,”
Therefore look, the days are coming – this is the Lord’s declaration – when I will make the shout of battle heard against Rabbah of the Ammonites. It will become a desolate mound, and its surrounding villages will be set on fire. Israel will dispossess their dispossessors, says the Lord.
We have heard about it, and our hands have become weak. Distress has seized us – pain, like a woman in labour.
I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.
If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.
I will raise weeping and a lament over the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness grazing land, for they have been so scorched that no one passes through. The sound of cattle is no longer heard. From the birds of the sky to the animals, everything has fled #– #they have gone away.
I weep because of these things; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.
Lord, see how I am in distress. I am churning within; my heart is broken, for I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword takes the children; inside, there is death.
My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief , because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.
Then Daniel, whose name is Belteshazzar, was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts alarmed him. The king said, ‘Belteshazzar, don’t let the dream or its interpretation alarm you.’ Belteshazzar answered, ‘My lord, may the dream apply to those who hate you, and its interpretation to your enemies!
‘As for me, Daniel, my spirit was deeply distressed within me, and the visions in my mind terrified me.
‘This is the end of the account. As for me, Daniel, my thoughts terrified me greatly, and my face turned pale, but I kept the matter to myself.’
I, Daniel, was overcome and lay ill for days. Then I got up and went about the king’s business. I was greatly disturbed by the vision and could not understand it.
If a ram’s horn is blown in a city, aren’t people afraid? If a disaster occurs in a city, hasn’t the Lord done it?
I heard, and I trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress to come against the people invading us.
‘When you enter into battle in your land against an adversary who is attacking you, sound short blasts on the trumpets, and you will be remembered before the Lord your God and be saved from your enemies.
Brothers and sisters, my heart’s desire and prayer to God concerning them is for their salvation.
In fact, if the trumpet makes an unclear sound, who will prepare for battle?
My children, I am again suffering labour pains for you until Christ is formed in you.
The river Kishon swept them away, the ancient river, the river Kishon. March on, my soul, in strength!