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Jeremiah 15:18 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

18 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Why is my pain perpetual and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will you indeed be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail and are uncertain?

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?

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Common English Bible

18 Why am I always in pain? Why is my wound incurable, so far beyond healing? You have become for me as unreliable as a spring gone dry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 Why is my sorrow become perpetual, and my wound desperate so as to refuse to be healed? It is become to me as the falsehood of deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.

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Jeremiah 15:18
15 Tagairtí Cros  

As water disappears from a lake and a river becomes parched and dry,


Would I lie about my case? My wound  is incurable, though I am without transgression.’


Have you completely rejected Judah? Do you detest   Zion? Why do you strike us with no hope of healing for us? We hoped for peace, but there was nothing good; for a time of healing, but there was only terror.


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.


Why did I come out of the womb to see only struggle and sorrow, to end my life in shame?


You deceived  me, Lord, and I was deceived. You seized me and prevailed. I am a laughing-stock all the time; everyone ridicules me.


For this is what the Lord says: Your injury is incurable; your wound most severe.


Why do you cry out about your injury? Your pain has no cure! I have done these things to you because of your enormous guilt and your innumerable sins.


Therefore, send farewell gifts  to Moresheth-gath; the houses of Achzib  are a deception to the kings of Israel.


For her wound is incurable and has reached even Judah; it has approached my people’s city gate, as far as Jerusalem.


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