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Lamentations 3:51 - Tree of Life Version

51 My eye torments my soul because of all the daughters of my city.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

51 Mine eye affecteth mine heart Because of all the daughters of my city.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

51 My eyes cause me grief at the fate of all the maidens [and the daughter-towns] of my city [Jerusalem].

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American Standard Version (1901)

51 Mine eye affecteth my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

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Common English Bible

51 My eyes hurt me because of what’s happened to my city’s daughters.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

51 AIN. My eye has exhausted my soul over every one of the daughters of my city.

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Lamentations 3:51
14 Tagairtí Cros  

For how can I go up to my father and the boy is not with me? Else I must see the evil that would come upon my father!”


Therefore thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot: “I am about to punish them! The young men will die by the sword; their sons and their daughters will die by famine.


Also the people to whom they prophesy will be thrown out into the streets of Jerusalem, because of the famine and the sword. They will have no one to bury them, their wives, their sons or their daughters. For I will pour their disaster on them.”


If I go out into the field, see, those slain by the sword! And if I enter into the city, see, the sick with famine! For both prophet and kohen will travel to a land they do not know.


And I will make them eat the flesh of their sons and their daughters, and everyone will eat his companion’s flesh during the siege and distress, which their enemies and those who seek their life will inflict on them.


“Adonai is righteous, for I have rebelled against His word. Hear now, all peoples— look at my suffering! My maidens and my young men have gone into captivity.


My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.


On the ground in the streets lie both young and old. My maidens and my young men have fallen by the sword. You slew them in the day of Your anger. You slaughtered them without pity.


until Adonai looks down from heaven and sees.


For no reason, my enemies hunted me down like a bird.


The women in Zion have been ravished, maidens in the towns of Judah.


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