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Jeremiah 15:18 - King James 2000

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you be altogether unto me as a deceitful brook, and as waters that fail?

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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  

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river decays and dries up:


Should I lie concerning my right? my wound is incurable though I am without transgression.


My soul is also greatly troubled: but you, O LORD, how long?


Have you utterly rejected Judah? has your soul loathed Zion? why have you smitten us, and there is no healing for us? we looked for peace, and there is no good; and for the time of healing, and behold trouble!


And their nobles have sent their little ones for water: they came to the cisterns, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.


Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?


O LORD, you have deceived me, and I was deceived: you are stronger than I, and have prevailed: I am in derision daily, everyone mocks me.


For thus says the LORD, Your bruise is incurable, and your wound is grievous.


Why cry you over your affliction? your sorrow is incurable for the multitude of your iniquity: because your sins were increased, I have done these things unto you.


Therefore shall you give presents to Moreshethgath: the houses of Achzib shall be a deceit to the kings of Israel.


For her wound is incurable; for it has come unto Judah; it has come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.


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