Jeremiah 8:21 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

²¹ I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

²¹ For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

²¹ For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

American Standard Version (1901)

²¹ For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

Common English Bible

²¹ Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

Catholic Public Domain Version

²¹ Over the destruction of the daughter of my people, I am contrite and saddened; astonishment has taken hold of me.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

²¹ For the affliction of the daughter of my people, I am afflicted: and made sorrowful: astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Jeremiah 8:21 Tagairtí Cros

Nehemiah 2:3

and replied to the king, ‘May the king live for ever! Why should I  not be sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins and its gates have been destroyed by fire? ’

Jeremiah 14:17

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.

Jeremiah 14:2

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

Jeremiah 17:16

But I have not run away from being your shepherd, and I have not longed for the fatal day. You know my words were spoken in your presence.

Jeremiah 4:19

My anguish, my anguish!  I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in   my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn – the shout of battle.

Jeremiah 8:20

Harvest has passed, summer has ended, but we have not been saved.

Jeremiah 9:1

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.

Lamentations 3:1

I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath.

Joel 2:6

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

Nahum 2:10

Desolation, decimation, devastation! Hearts melt, knees tremble, insides churn, every face grows pale!

Luke 19:41

As he approached and saw the city, he wept  for it,