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Jeremiah 8:21 - King James 2000

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

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Common English Bible

Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Over the destruction of the daughter of my people, I am contrite and saddened; astonishment has taken hold of me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For the affliction of the daughter of my people, I am afflicted: and made sorrowful: astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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Jeremiah 8:21
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And said unto the king, Let the king live forever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchers, lies waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?


Therefore you shall say this word unto them; Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is smitten with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


Judah mourns, and its gates languish; they mourn for the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem has gone up.


As for me, I have not hastened from being a shepherd to follow you: neither have I desired the woeful day; you know: that which came out of my lips was right before you.


My soul, my soul! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.


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!


I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.


Before their face the people shall be in great pain: all faces are drained of color.


She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is on all sides, and the faces of them all grow pale.


And when he came near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,