King James Version
"Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it."
— Jeremiah 10:19, King James Version
“Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. ”
“Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.”
“And I cried out,“We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought,‘This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’”
“Woe is me for my destruction, my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it.”
“Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.”
“Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.”
The portion of Jacob is not like them: for he is the former of all things; and Israel is the rod of his inheritance: The Lord of hosts is his name.
Gather up thy wares out of the land, O inhabitant of the fortress.
For thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this once, and will distress them, that they may find it so.
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the Lord: therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.
Behold, the noise of the bruit is come, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah desolate, and a den of dragons.