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Jeremiah 8:18 - Revised Standard Version

18 My grief is beyond healing, my heart is sick within me.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 My sorrow is above sorrow: my heart mourneth within me.

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Jeremiah 8:18
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Make haste to answer me, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the Pit.


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


Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me, all my bones shake; I am like a drunken man, like a man 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 the report of it, our hands fall helpless; anguish has taken hold of us, pain as of a woman in travail.


O 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!


For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,


I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.


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