Jeremiah 10:19
Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
Woe{H188} is me because of my hurt!{H7667} my wound{H4347} is grievous:{H2470} but I said,{H559} Truly{H389} this is [my] grief,{H2483} and I must bear{H5375} it.
Woe{H188} is me for my hurt{H7667}! my wound{H4347} is grievous{H2470}{(H8737)}: but I said{H559}{(H8804)}, Truly{H389} this is a grief{H2483}, and I must bear{H5375}{(H8799)} it.
Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it.
Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is `my' grief, and I must bear it.
Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
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.
Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
And I cried out,“We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought,‘This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’
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3 You have said, 'Woe to me! The LORD has added sorrow to my pain. I am worn out from my groaning, and I find no rest.'
20 My tent is destroyed, and all its ropes are broken. My children have left me—they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent or set up my curtains.
11 All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to stay alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised."
12 "Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which was brought upon me, which the LORD inflicted on the day of his fierce anger.
13 From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
14 My transgressions were bound into a yoke; by his hands they were fastened together. They were laid on my neck; he has made my strength fail. The Lord has given me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
12 This is what the LORD says: Your wound is incurable; your injury is beyond healing.
21 Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.
20 See, LORD, how distressed I am! I am in anguish within, my heart is overturned because I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
21 People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
18 For this is what the Lord says: 'I am about to sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time and bring distress on them so that they may be found.'
10 Woe to me, my mother, that you gave birth to me—a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have neither lent nor borrowed, yet everyone curses me.
8 Because of this, I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like jackals and mourn like ostriches.
9 For her wound is incurable; it has even reached Judah. It has reached the gates of my people, even to Jerusalem itself.
18 Why has my pain become perpetual, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You indeed be to me like a deceptive stream, waters that are unreliable?
4 Therefore I said, 'Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly. Do not try to comfort me concerning the destruction of my people.'
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
3 Therefore my body is filled with trembling; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in labor. I am bent over by what I heard; I am dismayed by what I saw.
15 Why do you cry out over your injury? Your pain is incurable. Because of your great guilt and many sins, I have done these things to you.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
10 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
19 Have You utterly rejected Judah? Does Your soul loathe Zion? Why have You struck us so that we cannot be healed? We hoped for peace, but no good has come; for a time of healing, but there was only terror.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
17 You are to speak this word to them: 'Let my eyes flow with tears night and day without ceasing, for the virgin daughter of my people has suffered a great shattering—a crushing blow, a grievous wound.'
15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
8 Whenever I speak, I cry out, proclaiming violence and destruction. So the word of the LORD has brought me insult and reproach all day long.
1 Woe is me, for I am like those gathering summer fruit, like those gleaning after the harvest; there is no cluster to eat, no early fig that my soul desires.
18 Your own way and your deeds have caused this to you; this is your calamity. How bitter it is! It has reached your very heart.
19 My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! My heart pounds within me; I cannot remain silent, for I have heard the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20 Disaster upon disaster is announced, for the whole land is devastated. Suddenly, my tents are ruined, my curtains in a moment.
18 The LORD is righteous, for I have rebelled against his word. Listen, all you peoples; look at my suffering. My young women and my young men have gone into captivity.
19 'Hear the word of the Lord, you women; let your ears receive the words of His mouth. Teach your daughters to wail and one another to mourn.'
17 For He crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause.
6 Though I am innocent, I am counted a liar; my wound is incurable, though I have committed no offense.
2 Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
19 Remember my affliction and my wandering—the bitterness and the gall.
1 If only I had a place to stay in the wilderness, a travelers' shelter, so that I might leave my people and go away from them. For they are all adulterers, a gathering of traitors.
19 These double calamities have come upon you—destruction and devastation, famine and sword. Who will console you?
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
10 He spread it out before me, and it was written on both the front and back. Written on it were words of lamentation, mourning, and woe.
21 When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
8 Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me; if I am righteous, I dare not lift my head, filled with shame and seeing my misery.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.