Jeremiah 10:19 - English Standard Version 2016 Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous. But I said, “Truly this is an affliction, and I must bear it.” Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Woe is me because of my hurt! [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them. American Standard Version (1901) Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. Common English Bible How terrible for me, due to my injury; my wound is terrible. Yet I said to myself: This is my sickness, and I must bear it. Catholic Public Domain Version Woe to me, concerning my destruction! My wound is very grievous. And yet I said: Clearly, this infirmity is mine, and I will carry it. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Woe is me for my destruction: my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it. |
Then I said, “I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I will hope in him.
“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 shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.
“Though our iniquities testify against us, act, O Lord, for your name’s sake; for our backslidings are many; we have sinned against you.
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all who forsake you shall be put to shame; those who turn away from you shall be written in the earth, for they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living water.
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.
For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor, anguish as of one giving birth to her first child, the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands, “Woe is me! I am fainting before murderers.”
For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
She weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they have become her enemies.
my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
I will bear the indignation of the Lord because I have sinned against him, until he pleads my cause and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light; I shall look upon his vindication.