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Jeremiah 15:18 - Tree of Life Version

18 Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You be to me like a mirage of water that is undependable?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Why is my pain perpetual and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will you indeed be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail and are uncertain?

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?

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Common English Bible

18 Why am I always in pain? Why is my wound incurable, so far beyond healing? You have become for me as unreliable as a spring gone dry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters."

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Jeremiah 15:18
15 Tagairtí Cros  

As water evaporates from the sea and a river drains away and dries up,


Concerning my right, should I lie? My wound is incurable, although I am without transgression.’


Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am weak. Heal me, Adonai— for my bones are shuddering with fear,


Have You utterly rejected Judah? Has Your soul loathed Zion? Why have You smitten us, and there is no healing for us? We looked for shalom, but nothing good came, and for a time of healing, but suddenly, terror!


Their nobles will send their lads for water. They come to the cisterns, but find no water. Their jars return empty. They are ashamed and humiliated; they cover their heads.


Why did I ever come forth out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow, and my days end in shame?


Adonai, You enticed me, so I was enticed. You overpowered me, and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all day long. Everyone mocks me.


For thus says Adonai: “Your hurt is incurable, and your wound is severe.


Why cry about your fracture? Your pain has no cure. Because your iniquity is vast, your sins innumerable, I did these things to you.


Therefore you will give parting gifts to Moresheth-gath—houses of Achzib as a deception to the kings of Israel.


For her wounds are incurable. For it has come up to Judah. It has reached the gate of my people— even up to Jerusalem!


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