Lamentations 3:48 - English Standard Version 2016 my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My eyes overflow with streams of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people. American Standard Version (1901) Mine eye runneth down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people. Common English Bible Streams of water pour from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people. Catholic Public Domain Version PHE. My eye has brought forth streams of water at the contrition of the daughter of my people. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Phe. My eye hath run down with streams of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people. |
But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears, because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.
“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 of my people is shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.
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.
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
let them make haste and raise a wailing over us, that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids flow with water.
“For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my spirit; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”
My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.
Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give yourself no rest, your eyes no respite!