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Jeremiah 8:21 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

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Common English Bible

Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Over the destruction of the daughter of my people, I am contrite and saddened; astonishment has taken hold of me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For the affliction of the daughter of my people, I am afflicted: and made sorrowful: astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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Jeremiah 8:21
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I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city, the place of my ancestors' graves, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”


You shall say to them this word: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter—my people—is struck down with a crushing blow, with a very grievous wound.


Judah mourns and her gates languish; they lie in gloom on the ground, and the cry of Jerusalem goes up.


But I have not run away from being a shepherd in your service, nor have I desired the fatal day. You know what came from my lips; it was before your face.


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.


“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.”


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!


I am one who has seen affliction under the rod of God's wrath;


Before them peoples are in anguish, all faces grow pale.


Devastation, desolation, and destruction! Hearts faint and knees tremble, all loins quake, all faces grow pale!


As he came near and saw the city, he wept over it,