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Jeremiah 15:18 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

18 Wherefore was my pain everlasting and my blow incurable, refusing to be healed? Being, wilt thou be to me as falsehood, the waters were not faithful?

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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  

The waters departed from the sea, and the river will be wasted and dried up;


Shall I speak falsehood against my judgment? mine arrow was desperate without transgression.


My soul trembled exceedingly: and thou, O Jehovah, how long?


Rejecting, didst thou reject Judah? if thy soul abhorred in Zion? wherefore didst thou smite us, and no healing to us? waiting for peace, and no good; and for a time of healing, and behold terror.


And their great ones sent their small ones to the waters; they came to the wells, they found no water; they turned back their vessels empty; they were ashamed and disgraced, and they covered their head.


Wherefore this came I forth from the womb to see labor and sorrow, and my days shall be finished with shame?


Thou didst persuade me, O Jehovah, and I shall be persuaded: thou didst hold me fast, and thou wilt prevail: I was for a derision all the day, all mocking to me.


For thus said Jehovah, Thy breaking is incurable, and thy blow sickly.


Why wilt thou cry for thy breaking? thy pain is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity: thy sins were strong, I did these things to thee.


For this thou shalt give a sending forth upon the possession of Gath: the houses of falsehood are for falsehood to the kings of Israel.


For her blow is incurable, for it came even to Judah; he touched even to the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.


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