So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Jeremiah 9:1 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised 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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people! Amplified Bible - Classic Edition OH, THAT my head were waters and my eyes a reservoir of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people! American Standard Version (1901) Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people! Common English Bible If only my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for the wounds of my people. Catholic Public Domain Version "Who will provide water for my head, and a fount of tears for my eyes? And then I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Who will give water to my head and a fountain of tears to my eyes, and I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people? |
So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
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.
You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.
Yet in spite of all this, her treacherous sister Judah didn’t return to me with all her heart #– #only in pretence.’ This is the Lord’s declaration.
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.
Why should I forgive you? Your children have abandoned me and sworn by those who are not gods. I satisfied their needs, yet they committed adultery; they gashed themselves at the prostitute’s house.
My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.
Let them come quickly to raise a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears, our eyelids be soaked with weeping.
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.
People who live in you accept bribes in order to shed blood. You take interest and profit on a loan and brutally extort your neighbours. You have forgotten me. This is the declaration of the Lord God.
All of them commit adultery; they are like an oven heated by a baker who stops stirring the fire from the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.