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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8 I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
16 For 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.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
20 Behold, 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.
21 They 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.
22 Let 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.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
19 Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
20 Rebuke 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.
14 Like 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.
15 What 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.
6 I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
10 Then 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.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
4 Therefore said I, Turne away from me: I wil weepe bitterly: labour not to comfort mee for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
82 Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
12 Haue 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.
13 From 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.
19 Behold, 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?
5 But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
13 When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
3 Thou 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.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
21 I am sore vexed for the hurt of ye daughter of my people: I am heauie, & astonishment hath taken me.
50 It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
4 Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
1 Oh, 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.
19 These two thinges are come vnto thee: who will lament thee? desolation and destruction and famine, and the sworde: by whome shall I comfort thee?
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
31 Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
28 I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
8 Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
28 My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
4 Mine heart failed: fearefulnesse troubled me: the night of my pleasures hath he turned into feare vnto me.
16 For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
18 Why 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?
20 My soule hath them in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
16 Then thought I to know this, but it was too painefull for me,
17 Therefore our heart is heauy for these things, our eyes are dimme,