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Jeremiah 10:19 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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 opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.


And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.


And I will wait upon the Lord, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.


Therefore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow.


O Lord, though our iniquities testify against us, do thou it for thy name's sake: for our backslidings are many; we have sinned against thee.


O Lord, the hope of Israel, all that forsake thee shall be ashamed, and they that depart from me shall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters.


My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.


For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.


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


She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.


Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.


I will bear the indignation of the Lord, because I have sinned against him, until he plead my cause, and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold his righteousness.


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