Jeremiah 9:1
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!
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!
If only I had a place to stay in the wilderness, a travelers' shelter, so that I might leave my people and go away from them. For they are all adulterers, a gathering of traitors.
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
O who will geue my heade water ynough, & a well of teares for myne eyes: that I maye wepe night ad daye, for the slaughter of my people?
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.
O who wyll geue my head water inough, and a wel of teares for mine eyes, that I may weepe night and day for the slaughter of my people?
¶ Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
(8:23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.
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48My eye pours out rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
49My eye flows ceaselessly, without intermission,
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.'
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.'
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.
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.
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.
2Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place for travelers; that I might leave my people and go from them! for they are all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.
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.
18Their heart cried to the Lord, O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night: give yourself no rest; let not the apple of your eye cease.
19Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up your hands toward Him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.
19Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
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?
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt; I am in mourning; astonishment has taken hold of me.
16My face is flushed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
1How does the city sit solitary, that was full of people! How has she become like a widow! She who was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, has become a tributary!
2She weeps bitterly in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she has none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become her enemies.
51My eye affects my heart because of all the daughters of my city.
8And it happened, while they were killing them, and I was left, that I fell upon my face, and cried, and said, Ah Lord GOD! Will you destroy all the remnant of Israel in your pouring out of your fury upon Jerusalem?
3I am weary of my crying; my throat is dry; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
9Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yes, my soul and my body.
136Rivers of water run down from my eyes, because men do not keep Your law.
20My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
9My heart within me is broken because of the prophets; all my bones shake. I am like a drunken man, and like a man overcome by wine, because of the LORD, and because of the words of his holiness.
7My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
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.
9Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah: I will water you with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh: for the shouting for your summer fruits and for your harvest is fallen.
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.
9Shall I not visit them for these things? says the LORD: shall not my soul be avenged on such a nation as this?
10For the mountains I will take up a weeping and wailing, and for the habitations of the wilderness a lamentation, because they are burned up, so that none can pass through them; neither can men hear the voice of the cattle; both the birds of the heavens and the beasts have fled; they are gone.
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?
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.
17But if you will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and my eye shall weep bitterly, and run down with tears, because the LORD's flock is taken captive.
24For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like water.
23Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book!
9For her wound is incurable; for it has come to Judah; it has reached the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.
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.
8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
12Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
9For behold, our fathers have fallen by the sword, and our sons and our daughters and our wives are in captivity for this.
9For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with weeping,
8Oh, that I might have my request and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
2Judah mourns, and its gates languish; they are in mourning on the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem has gone up.