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Jeremiah 14:3 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

3 Their nobles send their servants  for water. They go to the cisterns; they find no water; their containers return empty. They are ashamed and humiliated; they cover their heads.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters: they came to the pits, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 And their nobles send their little ones and their inferiors for water; they come to the cisterns and find no water. They return with empty vessels; they are put to shame and confounded and cover their heads.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And their nobles send their little ones to the waters: they come to the cisterns, and find no water; they return with their vessels empty; they are put to shame and confounded, and cover their heads.

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Common English Bible

3 The rich send their servants for water, but the wells run dry. They return with empty jars, ashamed, bewildered, and in despair.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 The greater ones have sent their lesser ones to the water. They went to draw water; they did not find water; they carried their vessels back empty. They were confounded and afflicted, and so they covered their heads.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 The great ones sent their inferiors to the water: they came to draw, they found no water, they carried back their vessels empty: they were confounded and afflicted, and covered their heads.

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Jeremiah 14:3
23 Tagairtí Cros  

David was climbing the slope of the Mount of Olives,  weeping as he ascended. His head was covered,  and he was walking barefoot.  All of the people with him covered their heads and went up, weeping as they ascended.


But the king covered his face  and cried loudly, ‘My son Absalom! Absalom, my son, my son! ’


After a while, the wadi dried up because there had been no rain in the land.


‘Don’t listen to Hezekiah, for this is what the king of Assyria says: “Make peace  with me and surrender to me. Then each of you may eat from his own vine and his own fig-tree,  and each may drink water from his own cistern


Then Mordecai returned to the King’s Gate,  but Haman hurried off for home, mournful and with his head covered.


They are ashamed because they had been confident of finding water. When they arrive there, they are disappointed.


The ground is cracked since no rain has fallen on the land. The farmers are ashamed; they cover their heads.


Why has my pain become unending, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You truly have become like a mirage to me – water that is not reliable.


For my people have committed a double evil: They have abandoned me, the fountain of living water, and dug cisterns for themselves #– # cracked cisterns that cannot hold water.


Moreover, you will be led out from here with your hands on your head since the Lord has rejected those you trust; you will not succeed even with their help.


But the Lord is with me like a violent warrior. Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly shamed, an everlasting humiliation that will never be forgotten.


This is why the showers haven’t come   – why there has been no spring rain. You have the brazen look  of a prostitute and refuse to be ashamed.


The nursing baby’s tongue clings to the roof of his mouth from thirst. Infants beg for food, but no one gives them any.


Otherwise, I will strip her naked and expose her as she was on the day of her birth. I will make her like a desert and like a parched land, and I will let her die of thirst.


Even the wild animals cry out to   you, for the river beds are dried up, and fire has consumed the pastures of the wilderness.


I also withheld the rain from you while there were still three months until harvest. I sent rain on one city but no rain on another. One field received rain while a field with no rain withered.


Two or three cities staggered to another city to drink water but were not satisfied, yet you did not return  to me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


Should any of the families of the earth not go up to Jerusalem to worship the King, the Lord of Armies, rain will not fall on them.


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