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Jeremiah 8:18 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

18 Because I afflicted not sorrow upon myself, my heart was sick upon me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Oh, that I [Jeremiah] could comfort myself against sorrow, [for my grief is beyond healing], my heart is sick and faint within me!

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

18 No healing, only grief; my heart is broken.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 My sorrow is beyond sorrow; my heart mourns within me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 My sorrow is above sorrow: my heart mourneth within me.

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Jeremiah 8:18
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Quickly answer me, O Jehovah: my spirit failed: thou wilt not hide thy face from me: I was made like those going down to the pit.


For this I said, Look ye away from me; I will be bitter in my weeping, ye shall not hasten to comfort me upon the desolation of the daughter of my people.


For the prophets my heart was broken in the midst of me, and all my bones were relaxed; I was as a man intoxicated, and as a man wine passing over him, from the face of Jehovah, and from the face of the words of his holiness.


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.


We heard its report: our hands were relaxed; straits held us, pain as of her bringing forth


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.


For this our heart was languid; for this our eyes were darkened.


I heard and my belly will tremble; at the voice my lips quivered: rottenness will come into my bones, and I shall tremble under me that I shall rest at the day of straits: to come up to the people he will invade him.


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