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Jeremiah 45:3 - King James 2000

3 You did say, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 You said, Woe is me now! For the Lord has added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning and sighing and I find no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

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Common English Bible

3 You have said, “I can’t take it anymore! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I’m worn out from groaning and can find no rest.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have said: 'Woe to me, a wretched man! For the Lord has added sorrow to my sorrow. I have labored in my groaning, and I have not found rest.'

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Jeremiah 45:3
28 Tagairtí Cros  

Even today is my complaint bitter: my hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.


Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!


I would have fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.


Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.


I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.


My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.


I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.


If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small.


Thus says the LORD, the God of Israel, unto you, O Baruch;


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


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


From above has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.


Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.


But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.


Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;


For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.


And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.


But you, brethren, be not weary in well doing.


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