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Jeremiah 4:19 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 [It is not only the prophet but also the people who cry out in their thoughts] My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is disquieted and throbs aloud within me; I cannot be silent! For I have heard the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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Common English Bible

19 Oh, my suffering, my suffering! My pain is unbearable; my heart is in turmoil; it throbs nonstop. I can’t be silent, because I hear the blast of the trumpet and the roar of the battle cry!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 I am afflicted in my heart, in my heart. The senses of my heart have been stirred up within me. I will not remain silent. For my soul has heard the voice of the trumpet, the clamor of the battle.

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English Standard Version 2016

19 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.

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Jeremiah 4:19
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Let not my soul go into their counsel, nor my glory be in their assembly: because in their fury they slew a man, and in their selfwill they undermined a wall.


He said to his father: My head acheth, my head acheth. But he said to his servant: Take him, and carry him to his mother.


And he stood with him, and was troubled so far as to blush: and the man of God wept.


For David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul: O Lord my God, thou art exceedingly great. Thou hast put on praise and beauty:


Alleluia. Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.


Let my judgment come forth from thy countenance: let thy eyes behold the things that are equitable.


My heart shall cry to Moab, the bars thereof shall flee unto Segor, a heifer of three years old. For by the ascent of Luith they shall go up weeping: and in the way of Oronaim they shall lift up a cry of destruction.


Wherefore my bowels shall sound like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for the brick wall.


Therefore are my loins filled with pain: anguish hath taken hold of me, as the anguish of a woman in labour. I fell down at the hearing of it: I was troubled at the seeing of it.


My heart failed, darkness amazed me: Babylon my beloved is become a wonder to me.


Therefore have I said: Depart from me, I will weep bitterly. Labour not to comfort me, for the devastation of the daughter of my people.


But if you will not hear this, my soul shall weep in secret for your pride: weeping it shall weep, and my eyes shall run down the tears, because the flock of the Lord is carried away captive.


Then I said: I will not make mention of him nor speak any more in his name. And there came in my heart as a burning fire, shut up in my bones: and I was wearied, not being able to bear it.


To the prophets: My heart is broken within me, all my bones tremble: I am become as a drunken man, and as a man full of wine, at the presence of the Lord and at the presence of his holy words.


How long shall I see men fleeing away? How long shall I hear the sound of the trumpet?


Declare ye in Juda, and make it heard in Jerusalem: speak, and sound with the trumpet in the land. Cry aloud, and say: Assemble yourselves, and let us go into strong cities.


Saying: No, but we will go into the land of Egypt, where we shall see no war nor hear the sound of the trumpet nor suffer hunger; and there we will dwell.


Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, and I will cause the noise of war to be heard in Rabbath of the children of Ammon, and it shall be destroyed into a heap, and her daughters shall be burnt with fire: and Israel shall possess them that have possessed him, saith the Lord.


A noise of war in the land and a great destruction.


We have heard the fame thereof, our hands grow feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, as a woman in labor.


My sorrow is above sorrow: my heart mourneth within me.


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?


For the mountains I will take up weeping and lamentation, and for the beautiful places of the desert, mourning: because they are burnt up, for that there is not a man that passeth through them. And they have not heard the voice of the owner: from the fowl of the air to the beasts, they are gone away and departed.


Ain. Therefore do I weep and my eyes run down with water, because the comforter, the relief of my soul, is far from me: my children are desolate because the enemy hath prevailed.


Res. Behold, O Lord, for I am in distress, my bowels are troubled: my heart is turned within me, for I am full of bitterness: abroad the sword destroyeth and at home there is death alike.


Caph. My eyes have failed with weeping, my bowels are troubled: my liver is poured out upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people, when the children, and the sucklings, fainted away in the streets of the city.


Shall the trumpet sound in a city, and the people not be afraid? Shall there be evil in a city, which the Lord hath not done?


I have heard and my bowels were troubled: my lips trembled at the voice. Let rottenness enter into my bones, and swarm under me. That I may rest in the day of tribulation: that I may go up to our people that are girded.


If you go forth to war out of your land against the enemies that fight against you, you shall sound aloud with the trumpets: and there shall be a remembrance of you before the Lord your God, that you may be delivered out of the hands of your enemies.


BRETHREN, the will of my heart, indeed, and my prayer to God, is for them unto salvation.


For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to the battle?


My little children, of whom I am in labour again, until Christ be formed in you.


The torrent of Cison dragged their carcasses, the torrent of Cadumim, the torrent of Cison. Tread thou, my soul, upon the strong ones.


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