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Jeremiah 8:21 - Modern English Version

21 For the brokenness of the daughter of my people am I broken; I mourn; dismay has taken hold of me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

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Common English Bible

21 Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

21 Over the destruction of the daughter of my people, I am contrite and saddened; astonishment has taken hold of me.

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Jeremiah 8:21
14 Tagairtí Cros  

and said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should not my face be troubled when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”


Therefore you will say this word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people has been broken with a great blow, with a very infected wound.


Judah mourns, and the gates languish; they sit on the ground while mourning, and the cry of Jerusalem has gone up.


As for me, I have not hurried away from being a shepherd after You, nor have I desired the woeful day; You Yourself know that which came out of my lips was in Your presence.


My soul, my soul! I am pained at my very heart. My heart makes a noise in me. I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.”


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!


I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.


Before them, peoples are tormented; every face turns pale.


She is desolate, empty, and waste! Hearts melt away, and knees shake; pain is in all the loins, and all their faces grow pale.


When He came near, He beheld the city and wept over it,


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