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Jeremiah 45:3 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

3 You did say, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 You said, Woe is me now! For the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning and sighing and I find no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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Common English Bible

3 You have said, “I can’t take it anymore! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I’m worn out from groaning and can find no rest.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have said: 'Woe to me, a wretched man! For the Lord has added sorrow to my sorrow. I have labored in my groaning, and I have not found rest.'

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Jeremiah 45:3
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*Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.


Woe is me, that I live in Meshekh, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!


I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.


Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.


I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.


My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.


I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.


If you falter in the time of trouble, your strength is small.


Thus says the LORD, the God of Yisra'el, to you, Barukh:


Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.


Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.


Let all their wickedness come before you; Do to them, as you have done to me for all my transgressions: For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.


For though he cause grief, yet he will have compassion according to the multitude of his loving kindnesses.


Therefore seeing we have this ministry, even as we obtained mercy, we don't faint.


Therefore we don't faint, but though our outward man is decaying, yet our inward man is renewed day by day.


Let us not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don't give up.


But you, brothers, don't be weary in doing well.


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