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Jeremiah 14:2 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

2 Judah mourns; her city gates languish. Her people are on the ground in mourning; Jerusalem’s cry rises up.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Judah mourns and her gates languish; [her people] sit in black [mourning garb] upon the ground, and the cry of Jerusalem goes up.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish, they sit in black upon the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

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Common English Bible

2 Judah mourns; her gates wither away. The people fall to the ground in sorrow, as sobs of Jerusalem ascend.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 "Judea has mourned. And its gates have fallen and become hard to discern on the ground. And the outcry of Jerusalem has ascended.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Judea hath mourned, and the gates thereof are fallen and are become obscure on the ground, and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

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Jeremiah 14:2
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but caused the poor to cry out to him, and he heard the outcry of the needy.


God heard their groaning, and God remembered  his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob.


My heart cries out over Moab, whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah; they go up the Ascent of Luhith weeping; they raise a cry of destruction on the road to Horonaim.


In the streets they cry  for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.


The earth mourns and withers; the world wastes away and withers; the exalted people of the earth waste away.


The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.


Then her gates  will lament and mourn; deserted, she will sit on the ground.


The land mourns and withers; Lebanon is ashamed and wilted. Sharon is like a desert; Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.


For the vineyard of the  Lord of Armies is the house of Israel, and the men  of Judah, the plant he delighted in. He expected justice but saw injustice; he expected righteousness but heard cries of despair.


‘Therefore, this is what the Lord says: I am about to bring on them disaster that they cannot escape.  They will cry out to me, but I will not hear them.


They have made it a desolation. It mourns, desolate, before me. All the land is desolate, but no one takes it to heart.


How long will the land mourn and the grass of every field wither? Because of the evil of its residents, animals and birds have been swept away, for the people have said, ‘He cannot see what our end will be.’  ,


Let a cry be heard from their houses when you suddenly bring raiders against them, for they have dug a pit to capture me and have hidden snares for my feet.


Because of this, the earth will mourn; the skies above will grow dark. I have spoken; I have planned, and I will not relent or turn back from it.’


The nations have heard of your dishonour, and your cries fill the earth, because warrior stumbles against warrior and together both of them have fallen.


I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.


The Lord determined to destroy the wall of Daughter Zion. He stretched out a measuring line and did not restrain himself from destroying. He made the ramparts and walls grieve; together they waste away.


Zion’s gates have fallen to the ground; he has destroyed and shattered the bars on her gates. Her king and her leaders live among the nations, instruction  is no more, and even her prophets receive no vision from the  Lord.


Our skin is as hot  as an oven from the ravages of hunger.


For this reason the land mourns, and everyone who lives in it languishes, along with the wild animals  and the birds of the sky; even the fish of the sea disappear.


The fields are destroyed; the land grieves; indeed, the grain is destroyed; the new wine is dried up; and the fresh oil fails.


Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.


Announce a sacred fast; proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the residents of the land at the house of the  Lord your God, and cry out to the  Lord.


Nations writhe in horror before them; all faces turn pale.


I have summoned a drought on the fields and the hills, on the grain, new wine, fresh oil, and whatever the ground yields, on people and animals, and on all that your hands produce.’


Just as he had called, and they would not listen, so when they called, I would not listen, says the Lord of Armies.


Those who did not die were afflicted with tumours, and the outcry of the city went up to heaven.


‘At this time tomorrow I will send you a man from the land of Benjamin. Anoint him ruler over my people Israel.  He will save them from the Philistines because I have seen the affliction of my people,  for their cry has come to me.’


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