Jeremiah 8:18
I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
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8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
16For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
20Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
21They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
27If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
20Rebuke hath broken mine heart, and I am full of heauinesse, and I looked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none: and for comforters, but I found none.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
15What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
4Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
10Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
18And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
4Therefore said I, Turne away from me: I wil weepe bitterly: labour not to comfort mee for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
12Haue ye no regarde, all yee that passe by this way? behold, and see, if there be any sorowe like vnto my sorowe, which is done vnto mee, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce wrath.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
19Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people for feare of them of a farre countrey, Is not the Lorde in Zion? is not her king in her? Why haue they prouoked mee to anger with their grauen images, and with the vanities of a strange god?
5But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
6Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
13When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
3Thou diddest say, Wo is me nowe: for the Lord hath laied sorrow vnto my sorrowe: I fainted in my mourning, and I can finde no rest.
7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
21I am sore vexed for the hurt of ye daughter of my people: I am heauie, & astonishment hath taken me.
50It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
1Oh, that mine head were full of water and mine eyes a fountaine of teares, that I might weepe day and night for the slayne of the daughter of my people.
19These two thinges are come vnto thee: who will lament thee? desolation and destruction and famine, and the sworde: by whome shall I comfort thee?
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
8Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
4Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
16For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
18Why is mine heauines continuall? And my plague desperate and cannot be healed? why art thou vnto me as a lyar, and as waters that faile?
20My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
19In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
16Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
17Therefore our heart is heauy for these things, our eyes are dimme,