Jeremiah 8:18
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint within me.
My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
Oh that I could comfort{H4010} myself against sorrow!{H3015} my heart{H3820} is faint{H1742} within me.
When I would comfort{H4010} myself against sorrow{H3015}, my heart{H3820} is faint{H1742} in me.
Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
Then I said,“There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!
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8 I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
16 For 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.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
17 For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
20 Behold, 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.
21 They 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.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; and do unto them, as you have done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.
10 My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and console myself:
20 Reproach 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.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I mourned as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What 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.
6 I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
4 My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
10 Then I should still have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pierced in my mind.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope perished from the LORD.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
4 Therefore 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.
82 My eyes fail with longing for Your word, saying, 'When will You comfort me?'
12 Is 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.
13 From 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.
19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of those who dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? Is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their carved images and strange idols?
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would ease your grief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not eased; and though I forbear, what am I relieved?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,'
3 You said, Woe is me now! for the LORD has added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.
7 My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of me.
50 This is my comfort in my affliction, for Your word has revived me.
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so I forget to eat my bread.
1 Oh 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!
19 These 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?
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
31 My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have seized me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
8 Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
28 My soul melts from heaviness; strengthen me according to Your word.
4 My heart pounded, fearfulness frightened me; the night that I delighted in has been turned into terror for me.
16 For God makes my heart faint, and the Almighty troubles me.
18 Why 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?
20 My soul still remembers them and is humbled within me.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me your comforts delight my soul.
16 When I thought to understand this, it was too painful for me;
17 For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.