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Jeremiah 9:1 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

1 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!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 OH, THAT my head were waters and my eyes a reservoir of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

1 If only my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for the wounds of my people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 "Who will provide water for my head, and a fount of tears for my eyes? And then I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.

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Jeremiah 9:1
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don't observe your law.


My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, *Where is your God?*


Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness.* Selah.


Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Ya`zer for the vine of Sivmah. I will water you with my tears, Cheshbon, and El`aleh: for on your summer fruits and on your harvest the battle shout has fallen.


Therefore I said, *Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don't labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


But if you will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret for [your] pride; and my eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because the LORD's flock is taken captive.


You shall say this word to them, Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


Yet for all this her treacherous sister Yehudah has not returned to me with her whole heart, but only in pretense, says the LORD.


My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my shalom; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.


How can I pardon you? your children have forsaken me, and sworn by them that are no gods: when I had fed them to the full, they committed adultery, and assembled themselves in troops at the prostitutes' houses.


Daughter of my people, gird you with sackcloth, and wallow yourself in ashes: make you mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come on us.


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


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.


My eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.


In you have they taken bribes to shed blood; you have taken interest and increase, and you have greedily gained of your neighbors by oppression, and have forgotten me, says the Lord GOD.


They are all adulterers. They are burning like an oven that the baker stops stirring, from the kneading of the dough, until it is leavened.


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