Jeremiah 10:19
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 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.
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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3You said, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
20My 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.
11All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider, for I have become vile.
12Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by? Look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is done to me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
13From above he has sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are woven together, and come upon my neck: he has made my strength to fall, the Lord has delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
12For thus says the LORD, Your bruise is incurable, and your wound is severe.
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of me.
20Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my heart is troubled; my heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
21They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it: you will bring the day that you have promised, and they shall be like me.
18For thus says the LORD, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may find it so.
10Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on interest, nor men have lent to me on interest; yet every one of them curses me.
8Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the jackals, and mourning as the ostriches.
9For her wound is incurable; for it has come to Judah; it has reached the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.
18Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? will you be altogether to me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
4Therefore I said, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, do not labor to comfort me, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
3Therefore my loins are filled with pain; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in labor. I was bent over when I heard it; I was dismayed when I saw it.
15Why do you cry over your affliction? Your sorrow is incurable because of the multitude of your iniquity: because your sins have increased, I have done these things to you.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
16For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
19Have You utterly rejected Judah? Has Your soul loathed Zion? Why have You struck us down, and there is no healing for us? We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, but behold, trouble!
1I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
17Therefore, you shall speak this word to them: 'Let my eyes flow with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow.'
15What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
20Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness; and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
8For since I spoke, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of the LORD was made a reproach to me, and a derision, daily.
1Woe is me! For I am like when they have gathered the summer fruits, like the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desired the first ripe fruit.
18Your way and your deeds have procured these things for you; this is your wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reaches to your heart.
19My heart, my heart! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is ruined: suddenly my tents are ruined, and my curtains in a moment.
18The LORD is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.
19For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, 'How are we ruined! we are greatly confounded, because we have forsaken the land, because our dwellings have cast us out.'
17For He crushes me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
6Should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.
2Even today my complaint is bitter; my suffering is heavier than my groaning.
19Remembering my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
1Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
19These two things have come upon you; who shall feel sorry for you? Desolation and destruction, and the famine, and the sword: by whom shall I comfort you?
22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
10And he spread it before me; and it was written on the inside and on the outside: and there was written in it lamentations, and mourning, and woe.
21Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
15If I am wicked, woe to me; and if I am righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see my affliction;
10Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.