Jeremiah 10:20
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.
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.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tent is ruined, and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are no more: there is no one to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
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My tabernacle{H168} is spoiled{H7703}{(H8795)}, and all my cords{H4340} are broken{H5423}{(H8738)}: my children{H1121} are gone forth{H3318}{(H8804)} of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth{H5186}{(H8802)} my tent{H168} any more, and to set up{H6965}{(H8688)} my curtains{H3407}.
My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken. My children are gone fro me, ad can no where be founde. Now haue I none to sprede out my tente, or to set vp my hanginges.
My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken: my children are gone from me, and are not: there is none to spread out my tent any more, and to set vp my curtaines.
My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my cordes are broken, my chyldren are gone fro me, & can no where be founde: Nowe haue I none to spreade out my tent, nor to set vp my hanginges.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they [are] not: [there is] none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
But our tents have been destroyed. The ropes that held them in place have been ripped apart. Our children are gone and are not coming back. There is no survivor to put our tents back up, no one left to hang their tent curtains in place.
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20 Disaster upon disaster is announced, for the whole land is devastated. Suddenly, my tents are ruined, my curtains in a moment.
21 How long must I see the banner and hear the sound of the trumpet?
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
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.
15 The Lord has rejected all my mighty men in my midst; he summoned an assembly against me to crush my young men. Like in a winepress, the Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah.
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."
9 He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head.
10 He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
21 The shepherds are senseless and do not seek the Lord; therefore they do not prosper, and all their flock is scattered.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
12 My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, and live among the tents of Kedar.
9 You drive the women of my people out of their pleasant homes. You take away my splendor from their children forever.
4 Therefore I said, 'Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly. Do not try to comfort me concerning the destruction of my people.'
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.'
10 Many shepherds have ruined my vineyard; they have trampled my portion underfoot. They have turned my pleasant field into a desolate wasteland.
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
12 His troops assemble together; they raise a siege against me and encamp around my dwelling.
13 He has driven my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances have turned against 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.
22 You summoned, as if to a feast day, terrors on every side. On the day of the LORD’s anger, no one escaped or survived. Those I cared for and raised, my enemy has destroyed.
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
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.
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
2 They bend their tongues like a bow to shoot lies, not for truth do they grow strong in the land; they go from one evil to another, and they do not know me, declares the Lord.
13 They tear up my path; they help advance my ruin, even though no one comes to assist them.
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.
6 He has violently done away with his dwelling, as if it were a garden, destroying his appointed meeting place. The LORD has caused Zion to forget its appointed times and Sabbaths. In his fierce anger, he has despised king and priest alike.
7 It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
8 Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
11 Because God has loosened my cord and afflicted me, they throw off all restraint in my presence.
14 They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
20 The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
19 These double calamities have come upon you—destruction and devastation, famine and sword. Who will console you?
21 Then you will say in your heart, 'Who bore me these children? I was bereaved and barren, exiled and rejected. Who raised these? I was left all alone—where have these come from?'
2 Enlarge the place of your tent; stretch out the curtains of your dwellings—do not hold back! Lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
17 The seeds shrivel beneath their clods, the storehouses are desolate, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.
7 Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
4 On that day, they will take up a taunt against you and wail with bitter lament, saying: 'We are utterly ruined; my people's inheritance is divided. How it has been taken away from me! He removes our fields and gives them to traitors.'
6 My people have been lost sheep. Their shepherds have led them astray, causing them to wander on the mountains. They have gone from mountain to hill and forgotten their resting place.
31 My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
10 May his children wander and beg, seeking food far from their ruined homes.
10 The enemy has laid hands on all her treasures; she saw nations enter her sanctuary—those you had forbidden to enter your assembly.
10 I will make Jerusalem a heap of ruins, a lair of jackals, and I will make the towns of Judah desolate, without inhabitants.
40 You have renounced the covenant with your servant; you have defiled his crown to the ground.