Jeremiah 8:21
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, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of 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 am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
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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22Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? Why then is the health of the daughter of my people not recovered?
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
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.
19Behold 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?
20The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
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.'
11My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
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.
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.
48My eye pours out rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
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!
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.
31For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor, and the anguish as of her that brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewails herself, that spreads her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.
26O daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make lamentation, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.
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.
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.
6For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown in a moment, and no hands stayed on her.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
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!
6I am troubled; I am greatly bowed down; I go mourning all the day long.
7For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no health in my flesh.
8I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the disquiet of my heart.
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.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31My harp is also turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
11For they have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.
2Judah mourns, and its gates languish; they are in mourning on the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem has gone up.
18And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.
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.'
10Our skin is black as an oven because of the terrible famine.
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.
12For thus says the LORD, Your bruise is incurable, and your wound is severe.
6Before them the people shall be much pained; all faces shall gather blackness.
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?
4My heart is in anguish within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
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.
10She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather paleness.
20Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is ruined: suddenly my tents are ruined, and my curtains in a moment.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
17For I am ready to fall, and my sorrow is continually before me.
7My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
51My eye affects my heart because of all the daughters of my city.
8Their appearance is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin clings to their bones; it has withered, it has become like a stick.