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Jeremiah 9:1 - American Standard Version 2015

1 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!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 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!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 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!

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 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!

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Common English Bible

1 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.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 "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.

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Jeremiah 9:1
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Streams of water run down mine eyes,\par\tab Because they observe not thy law.\par


My tears have been my food day and night,\par\tab While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?


Lo, then would I wander far off,\par\tab I would lodge in the wilderness. {\i Selah\par


Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah; I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon, and Elealeh: for upon thy summer fruits and upon thy harvest the {\i battle} shout is fallen.


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.\par


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


And thou shalt say this word unto them, Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


And yet for all this her treacherous sister Judah hath not returned unto me with her whole heart, but feignedly, saith Jehovah.\par


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.


How can I pardon thee? thy children have forsaken me, and sworn by them that are no gods: when I had fed them to the full, they committed adultery, and assembled themselves in troops at the harlots' houses;


O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.\par


Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.


and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.


Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled;\par\tab My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,\par\tab Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.


In thee have they taken bribes to shed blood; thou hast taken interest and increase, and thou hast greedily gained of thy neighbors by oppression, and hast forgotten me, saith the Lord Jehovah.\par


They are all adulterers; they are as an oven heated by the baker; he ceaseth to stir {\i the fire}, from the kneading of the dough, until it be leavened.


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