Jeremiah 8:21
Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.
Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
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I am sore vexed, because of the hurte of my people: I am heuy and abashed,
I am sore vexed for the hurt of ye daughter of my people: I am heauie, & astonishment hath taken me.
I am sore vexed, because of the hurt of my people, I am heauie and abashed:
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.
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.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
My heart is crushed because my dear people are being crushed. I go about crying and grieving. I am overwhelmed with dismay.
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22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the healing of my people not come?
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
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.
19 Listen to the cry of my people from a land far away: 'Is the LORD not in Zion? Is her King no longer there?' Why have they provoked me to anger with their idols, with their worthless foreign gods?
20 The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved.
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.'
11 My eyes are worn out from weeping, my inner being is in turmoil; my heart is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, as children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
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.
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.
48 Streams of water run down from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
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.
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.
31 I hear a cry like that of a woman in labor, anguish like a woman giving birth to her first child—the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands: 'Woe is me! My life is fainting before the killers.'
26 O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes; mourn as for an only son, with bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
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."
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 The iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, with no hand turned to help her.
8 Mourn like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
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.
6 My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
7 I am bent over and deeply bowed down; all day long I go about mourning.
8 For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no health in my body.
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.
30 My skin grows black and peels off, and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
5 I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
11 They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. ‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace.
2 Judah mourns, and her gates languish; they sit on the ground in mourning, and the cry of Jerusalem rises up.
18 'For a voice of wailing is heard from Zion: “How devastated we are! We are utterly ashamed, for we have left the land and our dwellings have been cast off.”'
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 Our skin is hot as an oven, burned from the raging heat of famine.
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.
12 This is what the LORD says: Your wound is incurable; your injury is beyond healing.
6 Before them, nations writhe in anguish; every face turns pale.
19 These double calamities have come upon you—destruction and devastation, famine and sword. Who will console you?
4 From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
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.
10 Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the abundance of all treasures.
20 Disaster upon disaster is announced, for the whole land is devastated. Suddenly, my tents are ruined, my curtains in a moment.
4 My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
51 My eyes bring grief to my soul because of all the daughters of my city.
8 Now their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it has become as dry as wood.