that I should do thy will: O my God, I have desired it, and thy law in the midst of my heart.
Jeremiah 10:19 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Woe is me for my destruction: my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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. American Standard Version (1901) Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version 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. English Standard Version 2016 Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous. But I said, “Truly this is an affliction, and I must bear it.” |
that I should do thy will: O my God, I have desired it, and thy law in the midst of my heart.
And I will wait for the Lord who hath hid his face from the house of Jacob: and I will look for him.
And thou shalt speak this word to them: Let my eyes shed down tears night and day and let them not cease, because the virgin daughter of my people is afflicted with a great affliction, with an exceeding grievous evil.
If our iniquities have testified against us, O Lord, do thou it for thy name's sake, for our rebellions are many: we have sinned against thee.
O Lord, the hope of Israel: all that forsake thee shall be confounded: they that depart from thee shall be written in the earth: because they have forsaken the Lord, the vein of living waters.
My bowels, my bowels, are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me. I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle.
For I have heard the voice as of a woman in travail, anguishes as of a woman in labor of a child. The voice of the daughter of Sion, dying away, spreading her hands: Woe is me, for my soul hath fainted because of them that are slain.
For the affliction of the daughter of my people, I am afflicted: and made sorrowful: astonishment hath taken hold on me.
Who will give water to my head and a fountain of tears to my eyes, and I will weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people?
Beth. Weeping she hath wept in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks. There is none to comfort her among all them that were dear to her: all her friends have despised her and are become her enemies.
Phe. My eye hath run down with streams of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
I will bear the wrath of the Lord, because I have sinned against him; until he judge my cause and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth into the light, I shall behold his justice.