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Jeremiah 9:1 - New International Version (Anglicised)

1 Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 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!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 OH, THAT my head were waters and my eyes a reservoir of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 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!

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Common English Bible

1 If only my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for the wounds of my people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 "Who will provide water for my head, and a fount of tears for my eyes? And then I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.

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Jeremiah 9:1
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Streams of tears flow from my eyes, for your law is not obeyed.


My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, ‘Where is your God?’


I would flee far away and stay in the desert;


So I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. Heshbon and Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled.


Therefore I said, ‘Turn away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not try to console me over the destruction of my people.’


If you do not listen, I will weep in secret because of your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly, overflowing with tears, because the Lord’s flock will be taken captive.


‘Speak this word to them: ‘ “Let my eyes overflow with tears night and day without ceasing; for the Virgin Daughter, my people, has suffered a grievous wound, a crushing blow.


In spite of all this, her unfaithful sister Judah did not return to me with all her heart, but only in pretence,’ declares the Lord.


Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent. For I have heard the sound of the trumpet; I have heard the battle cry.


‘Why should I forgive you? Your children have forsaken me and sworn by gods that are not gods. I supplied all their needs, yet they committed adultery and thronged to the houses of prostitutes.


Put on sackcloth, my people, and roll in ashes; mourn with bitter wailing as for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.


You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me.


Let them come quickly and wail over us till our eyes overflow with tears and water streams from our eyelids.


My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.


In you are people who accept bribes to shed blood; you take interest and make a profit from the poor. You extort unjust gain from your neighbours. And you have forgotten me, declares the Sovereign Lord.


They are all adulterers, burning like an oven whose fire the baker need not stir from the kneading of the dough till it rises.


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