Jeremiah 4:19
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
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20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
20Destruction on destruction is proclaimed, For spoiled hath been all the land, Suddenly spoiled have been my tents, In a moment -- my curtains.
21Till when do I see an ensign? Do I hear the voice of a trumpet?
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
11Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
16I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
18Thy way and thy doings have done these to thee, This `is' thy vexation, for `it is' bitter, For it hath struck unto thy heart.
11Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
14I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.
19Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.
21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
24`We have heard its sound, feeble have been our hands, Distress hath seized us, pain as of a travailing woman.
31For a voice as of a sick woman I have heard, Distress, as of one bringing forth a first-born, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She bewaileth herself, she spreadeth out her hands, `Wo to me now, for weary is my soul of slayers!'
1Also, at this my heart trembleth, And it moveth from its place.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
10And I say, `Ah, Lord Jehovah, Surely thou hast entirely forgotten this people and Jerusalem, saying, Peace is for you, And struck hath a sword unto the soul!'
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
14They have blown with a trumpet to prepare the whole, And none is going to battle, For My wrath `is' unto all its multitude.
4Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
19Hast Thou utterly rejected Judah? Zion hath Thy soul loathed? Wherefore hast Thou smitten us, And there is no healing to us? Looking for peace, and there is no good, And for a time of healing, and lo, terror.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
9And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.
9In reference to the prophets: Broken hath been my heart in my midst, Fluttered have all my bones, I have been as a man -- a drunkard, And as a man -- wine hath passed over him, Because of Jehovah, and of His holy words.
56My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing -- at my cry.
5Surely thus said Jehovah: A voice of trembling we have heard, Fear -- and there is no peace.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
9Now, why dost thou shout aloud? A king -- is there none in thee? Hath thy counsellor perished, That taken hold of thee hath pain as a travailing woman?
2Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
13He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.