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Jeremiah 8:18 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

18 My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Oh, that I [Jeremiah] could comfort myself against sorrow, [for my grief is beyond healing], my heart is sick and faint within me!

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.

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Common English Bible

18 No healing, only grief; my heart is broken.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 My sorrow is beyond sorrow; my heart mourns within me.

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Jeremiah 8:18
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.


Therefore I said: Look away from me, let me weep bitter tears; do not try to comfort me for the destruction of my beloved people.


Concerning the prophets: My heart is crushed within me, all my bones shake; I have become like a drunkard, like one overcome by wine, because of the Lord and because of his holy words.


My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent; for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


“We have heard news of them, our hands fall helpless; anguish has taken hold of us, pain as of a woman in labor.


O that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, so that I might weep day and night for the slain of my poor people!


Because of this our hearts are sick, because of these things our eyes have grown dim:


I hear, and I tremble within; my lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, and my steps tremble beneath me. I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.


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