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Jeremiah 10:19 - Tree of Life Version

19 Oy to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, “This is simply a sickness and I must bear it.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! [says Jeremiah, speaking for the nation.] My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

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Common English Bible

19 How terrible for me, due to my injury; my wound is terrible. Yet I said to myself: This is my sickness, and I must bear it.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Woe to me, concerning my destruction! My wound is very grievous. And yet I said: Clearly, this infirmity is mine, and I will carry it.

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Jeremiah 10:19
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the scorn of a fool.


Has God forgotten to be gracious? Or has He in anger withdrawn his mercies?” Selah


I will wait for Adonai, who is hiding His face from the house of Jacob, and I will look eagerly for Him.


You will say this word to them: “Let my eyes overflow with tears. Night and day, may they never stop. For the virgin daughter of my people is crushed with a great blow, with a sorely infected wound.”


Though our iniquities testify against us, Adonai, act for Your Name’s sake. For our backslidings are many. We have sinned against You.


Adonai, You are the hope of Israel! All who forsake You will be ashamed. Those who depart from You will be written in the dirt, for they have forsaken Adonai, the fountain of living waters.


My stomach, my stomach! I writhe in anguish! The pain of my heart! My heart is pounding within me! I cannot keep silent because I have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the battle-cry of war.


For I heard a cry like one in labor, the anguish of one giving birth to her first child— the cry of the Daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands saying, “Oy , now to me! For my soul faints before murderers.”


“Because of the brokenness of the daughter of my people, I am brokenhearted. I mourn—desolation grips me.


If only I had a travelers’ lodging place in the wilderness, then I might leave my people and get away from them! For they are all adulterers, a bunch of traitors.


Bitterly she weeps in the night, her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is no one to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her. They have become her enemies!


Streams of tears run down my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.


I will bear the indignation of Adonai, because I have sinned against Him, until He pleads my cause, and executes judgment for me. He will bring me out to the light, and I will behold His righteousness.


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