Verse 11

Consumed 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,

Referenced Verses

  • Job 16:13 : 13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
  • Lam 1:16 : 16 For 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.
  • Lam 1:20 : 20 See, 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.
  • Isa 22:4 : 4 Therefore 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.'
  • Lam 3:48-51 : 48 Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people. 49 Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission, 50 Till Jehovah looketh and seeth from the heavens, 51 My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.
  • Ps 6:7 : 7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
  • Ps 22:14 : 14 As 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.
  • Jer 4:19 : 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!
  • Jer 8:19-9:1 : 19 Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner? 20 Harvest hath passed, summer hath ended, And we -- we have not been saved. 21 For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me. 22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up? 1 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.
  • Jer 14:17 : 17 And thou hast said unto them this word: Tears come down mine eyes night and day, And they do not cease, For, `with' a great breach, Broken hath been the virgin daughter of my people, A very grievous stroke.
  • Jer 44:7 : 7 `And, now, thus said Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel: Why are ye doing great evil unto your own souls, to cut off to you man and woman, infant and suckling, from the midst of Judah, so as not to leave to you a remnant:
  • Ps 31:9 : 9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
  • Ps 69:3 : 3 I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.
  • Lam 4:3-4 : 3 Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness. 4 Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
  • Lam 4:9-9 : 9 Better have been the pierced of a sword Than the pierced of famine, For these flow away, pierced through, Without the increase of the field. 10 The hands of merciful women have boiled their own children, They have been for food to them, In the destruction of the daughter of my people.
  • Luke 23:29 : 29 for, lo, days do come, in which they shall say, Happy the barren, and wombs that did not bare, and paps that did not give suck;
  • Isa 38:14 : 14 As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
  • Lam 2:19-20 : 19 Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places. 20 See, O Jehovah, and look attentively, To whom Thou hast acted thus, Do women eat their fruit, infants of a handbreadth? Slain in the sanctuary of the Lord are priest and prophet?
  • 1 Sam 30:4 : 4 And David lifteth up -- and the people who `are' with him -- their voice and weep, till that they have no power to weep.