Jeremiah 8:18
Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
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8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
16 For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21 Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
22 Let all their evil-doing come before you; do to them as you have done to me for all my sins: for loud is the sound of my grief, and the strength of my heart is gone.
10 My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
19 Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
20 My heart is broken by bitter words, I am full of grief; I made a search for some to have pity on me, but there was no one; I had no comforter.
14 I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
18 And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
4 For this cause I have said, Let your eyes be turned away from me in my bitter weeping; I will not be comforted for the wasting of the daughter of my people.
82 My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
12 Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
19 The voice of the cry of the daughter of my people comes from a far land: Is the Lord not in Zion? is not her King in her? Why have they made me angry with their images and their strange gods which are no gods?
5 I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
6 If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
3 You said, Sorrow is mine! for the Lord has given me sorrow in addition to my pain; I am tired with the sound of my sorrow, and I get no rest.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
21 For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.
50 This is my comfort in my trouble; that your sayings have given me life.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
1 If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
19 These two things have come on you; who will be weeping for you? wasting and destruction; death from need of food, and from the sword; how may you be comforted?
1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
28 My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
16 For God has made my heart feeble, and my mind is troubled before the Ruler of all.
18 Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
20 My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.
19 Among all my troubled thoughts, your comforts are the delight of my soul.
16 When my thoughts were turned to see the reason of this, it was a weariness in my eyes;
17 Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;