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Jeremiah 9:18 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

18 Let them come quickly to raise a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears, our eyelids be soaked with weeping.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Let them make haste and raise a wailing over us and for us, that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids gush with water.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

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Common English Bible

18 Hurry! Let them weep for us so that our eyes fill up with tears and water streams down.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 'Let them hasten to take up a lamentation over us. Let our eyes shed tears, and our eyelids run with water.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 Let them hasten and take up a lamentation for us: let our eyes shed tears and our eyelids run down with waters.

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Jeremiah 9:18
19 Tagairtí Cros  

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


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.


From the time of our youth the shameful one  has consumed what our ancestors have worked for – their flocks and their herds, their sons and their daughters.


Let us lie down in our shame; let our disgrace cover us. We have sinned against the  Lord our God, both we and our ancestors, from the time of our youth even to this day. We have not obeyed the  Lord our God.’


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


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.


Cut off the hair of your sacred vow  , and throw it away. Raise up a dirge on the barren heights,  for the Lord has rejected and abandoned the generation under his wrath.”


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.


Now hear the word of the  Lord, you women. Pay attention to   the words from his mouth. Teach your daughters a lament and one another a dirge,


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.


What can I say on your behalf? What can I compare you to, Daughter Jerusalem? What can I liken you to, so that I may console you, Virgin Daughter Zion? For your ruin is as vast as the sea. Who can heal you?


The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. Wall of Daughter Zion, let your tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief and your  eyes no rest.


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


Therefore the Lord, the God of Armies, the Lord, says: There will be wailing in all the public squares; they will cry out in anguish  in all the streets. The farmer will be called on to mourn, and professional mourners  , to wail.


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


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