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Jeremiah 14:2 - New International Version (Anglicised)

2 ‘Judah mourns, her cities languish; they wail for the land, and a cry goes up from Jerusalem.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 Judah mourns and her gates languish; [her people] sit in black [mourning garb] upon the ground, and the cry of Jerusalem goes up.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish, they sit in black upon the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

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Common English Bible

2 Judah mourns; her gates wither away. The people fall to the ground in sorrow, as sobs of Jerusalem ascend.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 "Judea has mourned. And its gates have fallen and become hard to discern on the ground. And the outcry of Jerusalem has ascended.

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Jeremiah 14:2
30 Tagairtí Cros  

They caused the cry of the poor to come before him, so that he heard the cry of the needy.


our oxen will draw heavy loads. There will be no breaching of walls, no going into captivity, no cry of distress in our streets.


God heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob.


My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the hill to Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim they lament their destruction.


In the streets they cry out for wine; all joy turns to gloom, all joyful sounds are banished from the earth.


The earth dries up and withers, the world languishes and withers, the heavens languish with the earth.


The new wine dries up and the vine withers; all the merrymakers groan.


The gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.


The land dries up and wastes away, Lebanon is ashamed and withers; Sharon is like the Arabah, and Bashan and Carmel drop their leaves.


The vineyard of the Lord Almighty is the nation of Israel, and the people of Judah are the vines he delighted in. And he looked for justice, but saw bloodshed; for righteousness, but heard cries of distress.


Therefore this is what the Lord says: “I will bring on them a disaster they cannot escape. Although they cry out to me, I will not listen to them.


It will be made a wasteland, parched and desolate before me; the whole land will be laid waste because there is no-one who cares.


How long will the land lie parched and the grass in every field be withered? Because those who live in it are wicked, the animals and birds have perished. Moreover, the people are saying, ‘He will not see what happens to us.’


Let a cry be heard from their houses when you suddenly bring invaders against them, for they have dug a pit to capture me and have hidden snares for my feet.


Therefore the earth will mourn and the heavens above grow dark, because I have spoken and will not relent, I have decided and will not turn back.’


The nations will hear of your shame; your cries will fill the earth. One warrior will stumble over another; both will fall down together.’


Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.


The Lord determined to tear down the wall around Daughter Zion. He stretched out a measuring line and did not withhold his hand from destroying. He made ramparts and walls lament; together they wasted away.


Her gates have sunk into the ground; their bars he has broken and destroyed. Her king and her princes are exiled among the nations, the law is no more, and her prophets no longer find visions from the Lord.


Our skin is hot as an oven, feverish from hunger.


Because of this the land dries up, and all who live in it waste away; the beasts of the field, the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea are swept away.


The fields are ruined, the ground is dried up; the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the olive oil fails.


Despair, you farmers, wail, you vine growers; grieve for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is destroyed.


Declare a holy fast; call a sacred assembly. Summon the elders and all who live in the land to the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord.


At the sight of them, nations are in anguish; every face turns pale.


I called for a drought on the fields and the mountains, on the grain, the new wine, the olive oil and everything else the ground produces, on people and livestock, and on all the labour of your hands.’


‘ “When I called, they did not listen; so when they called, I would not listen,” says the Lord Almighty.


Those who did not die were afflicted with tumours, and the outcry of the city went up to heaven.


‘About this time tomorrow I will send you a man from the land of Benjamin. Anoint him ruler over my people Israel; he will deliver them from the hand of the Philistines. I have looked on my people, for their cry has reached me.’


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