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Jeremiah 15:18 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?

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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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Jeremiah 15:18
15 Tagairtí Cros  

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,


Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'


My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD--how long?


Have you utterly rejected Yehudah? has your soul loathed Tziyon? why have you struck us, and there is no healing for us? We looked for shalom, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and behold, dismay!


Their nobles send their little ones to the waters: they come to the cisterns, and find no water; they return with their vessels empty; they are disappointed and confounded, and cover their heads.


Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?


LORD, you have persuaded me, and I was persuaded; you are stronger than I, and have prevailed: I am become a laughing-stock all the day, every one mocks me.


For thus says the LORD, Your hurt is incurable, and your wound grievous.


Why cry you for your hurt? your pain is incurable: for the greatness of your iniquity, because your sins were increased, I have done these things to you.


Therefore you will give a parting gift to Moreshet-Gat. The houses of Akhziv will be a deceitful thing to the kings of Yisra'el.


For her wounds are incurable; for it has come even to Yehudah. It reaches to the gate of my people, even to Yerushalayim.


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