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Jeremiah 6:26 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

26 My dear  people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer  will come on us.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

26 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 spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

26 O daughter of my people [says Jeremiah], gird yourself with sackcloth and wallow in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, a most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come upon us [on prophet and people].

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American Standard Version (1901)

26 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.

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Common English Bible

26 My people, put on funeral clothes and roll in ashes; weep and wail as for an only child, because the destroyer will suddenly descend upon us.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

26 Wrap yourself in haircloth, O daughter of my people. And sprinkle yourself with ashes. Make a mourning for yourself, as for an only son, a bitter lamentation: 'for the destroyer will overwhelm us suddenly.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

26 Gird thee with sackcloth, O daughter of my people, and sprinkle thee with ashes: make thee mourning as for an only son, a bitter lamentation, because the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.

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Jeremiah 6:26
42 Tagairtí Cros  

and went and sat at a distance, about a bow shot away, for she said, ‘I can’t bear to watch the boy die! ’ While she sat at a distance, she  wept loudly.


Dreadful sounds fill his ears; when he is at peace, a robber attacks him.


Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.


On that day the Lord God of Armies called for weeping,  for wailing, for shaven heads, and for the wearing of sackcloth.


Therefore I said, ‘Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear   people.’


Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair,   baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.


this iniquity  of yours will be like a crumbling gap, a bulge in a high wall whose collapse will come in an instant #– #suddenly!


Shudder, you complacent ones; tremble, you overconfident ones! Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth round your waists.


Over all the barren heights in the wilderness the destroyers have come, for the Lord has a sword that devours from one end of the earth to the other. No one has peace.


But if you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, for the Lord’s flock  has been taken captive.


You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.


I made their widows more numerous than the sand of the seas. I brought a destroyer at noon against the mother of young men. I suddenly released on her agitation and terrors.


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.


This is what the Lord says: We have heard a cry of terror, of dread #– #there is no peace.


‘At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A searing wind  blows from the barren heights in the wilderness on the way to my dear  people. It comes not to winnow or to sift;


Disaster after disaster  is reported because the whole land is destroyed. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my tent curtains, in a moment.


Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the Lord’s burning anger has not turned away from us.


They have treated my people’s brokenness superficially, claiming, ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace.


Listen #– #the cry of my dear people from a faraway land, ‘Is the Lord no longer in Zion, her King not within her? ’ Why have they angered me with their carved images, with their worthless foreign idols?


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


If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear   people.


I will raise weeping and a lament over the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness grazing land, for they have been so scorched that no one passes through. The sound of cattle is no longer heard. From the birds of the sky to the animals, everything has fled #– #they have gone away.


I weep because of these things; my eyes flow  with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.


She weeps bitterly during the night, with tears on her cheeks. There is no one to offer her comfort, not one from all her lovers.  , All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.


My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief  , because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.


He ground my teeth with gravel and made me cower  in the dust.


My eyes flow with streams of tears because of the destruction of my dear people.


The hands of compassionate women have cooked their own children; they became their food during the destruction of my dear people.


Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my dear people have become cruel like ostriches  in the wilderness.


The punishment of my dear people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant without a hand laid on it.


I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone  to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.


When word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackcloth,  and sat in ashes.


‘Then I will pour out a spirit  , of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at  me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.


Just as he neared the gate of the town, a dead man was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow.  A large crowd from the town was also with her.


Be miserable and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom.


Come now, you rich  people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.


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