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Luke 19:41 - American Standard Version (1901)

41 And when he drew nigh, he saw the city and 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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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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English Standard Version 2016

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

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Luke 19:41
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And he settled his countenance stedfastly upon him, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.


Streams of water run down mine eyes, Because they observe not thy law. צ TSADHE.


I beheld the treacherous, and was grieved, Because they observe not thy word.


Hot indignation hath taken hold upon me, Because of the wicked that forsake thy law.


Therefore said I, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; labor not to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


For Jehovah will rise up as in mount Perazim, he will be wroth as in the valley of Gibeon; that he may do his work, his strange work, and bring to pass his act, his strange act.


But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because Jehovah’s flock is taken captive.


As for me, I have not hastened from being a shepherd after thee; neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was before thy face.


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!


How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? how shall I cast thee off, Israel? how shall I make thee as Admah? how shall I set thee as Zeboiim? my heart is turned within me, my compassions are kindled together.


saying, If thou hadst known in this day, even thou, the things which belong unto peace! but now they are hid from thine eyes.


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