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Jeremiah 10:19 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

19 Wo to me for my breaking! my blow was sickly; and I said, Surely this a sickness, and I will bear it.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

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Common English Bible

19 How terrible for me, due to my injury; my wound is terrible. Yet I said to myself: This is my sickness, and I must bear it.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Woe to me, concerning my destruction! My wound is very grievous. And yet I said: Clearly, this infirmity is mine, and I will carry it.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 Woe is me for my destruction: my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it.

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Jeremiah 10:19
17 Tagairtí Cros  

I was dumb, I will not open my mouth; for thou didst


And saying, This has made me sick: the years of the right hand of the Most High.


And I waited for Jehovah in his hiding his face from the house of Jacob, and I trusted to him.


And say to them this word: Mine eyes shall bring down tears night and day, and they shall not rest: for the virgin daughter of my people was broken with a great breaking, a very sickly wound.


If our iniquities answered against us, O Jehovah, do for sake of thy name: for our turnings back were many; we sinned against thee.


The hope of Israel, O Jehovah, all forsaking thee shall be ashamed, turning away from me they shall be written in the earth, for they forsook the fountain of the water of life, Jehovah.


My bowels, my bowels! I shall afflict the walls of my heart; my heart made commotion to me; I shall not be silent, for the voice of the trumpet thou didst hear, O my soul, the tumult of war.


For I heard. the voice as of her bringing forth, the anguish as of her bearing her first child; the voice of the daughter of Zion, she will sigh, she will spread forth her hands, Wo now to me for my soul fainted for those slaying.


For the breaking of the daughter of my people was I broken; I was darkened; astonishment took hold of me.


Who will give my head waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears? and I will weep day and night for the wounded of the daughter of my people.


Weeping, she will weep in the night, and her tears upon her cheeks: no comfort to her from all loving her: all her friends dealt faithlessly with her, they were to her for enemies.


Mine eye will bring down streams of water for the breaking of the daughter of my people.


The anger of Jehovah I will bear, for I sinned against him till he shall maintain my contention, and do my judgment: he will bring me forth to the light, I shall look upon his justice.


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