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Lamentations 3:48 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

48 Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

48 My eyes overflow with streams of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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American Standard Version (1901)

48 Mine eye runneth down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Common English Bible

48 Streams of water pour from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

48 PHE. My eye has brought forth streams of water at the contrition of the daughter of my people.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

48 Phe. My eye hath run down with streams of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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Lamentations 3:48
11 Tagairtí Cros  

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.


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.


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.


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


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.


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.


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.


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