21 Since my people are crushed,(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,(B) and horror grips me.

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21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

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17 “Speak this word to them:

“‘Let my eyes overflow with tears(A)
    night and day without ceasing;
for the Virgin(B) Daughter, my people,
    has suffered a grievous wound,
    a crushing blow.(C)

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17 Therefore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine eyes run down 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.

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10 She is pillaged, plundered, stripped!
    Hearts melt,(A) knees give way,
    bodies tremble, every face grows pale.(B)

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10 She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.

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At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;(A)
    every face turns pale.(B)

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Before their face the people shall be much pained: all faces shall gather blackness.

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Paul’s Anguish Over Israel

I speak the truth in Christ—I am not lying,(A) my conscience confirms(B) it through the Holy Spirit— I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart. For I could wish that I myself(C) were cursed(D) and cut off from Christ for the sake of my people,(E) those of my own race,(F)

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I say the truth in Christ, I lie not, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Ghost,

That I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart.

For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh:

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[a]Oh, that my head were a spring of water
    and my eyes a fountain of tears!(A)
I would weep(B) day and night
    for the slain of my people.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. Jeremiah 9:1 In Hebrew texts 9:1 is numbered 8:23, and 9:2-26 is numbered 9:1-25.

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!

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19 Oh, my anguish, my anguish!(A)
    I writhe in pain.(B)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds(C) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.(D)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;(E)
    I have heard the battle cry.(F)

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19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

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for there our captors(A) asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded(B) songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”(C)

How can we sing the songs of the Lord(D)
    while in a foreign land?
If I forget you,(E) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof(F) of my mouth
    if I do not remember(G) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem(H)
    my highest joy.

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For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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41 As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it(A)

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41 And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,

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16 I have not run away from being your shepherd;
    you know I have not desired the day of despair.
    What passes my lips(A) is open before you.

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16 As for me, I have not hastened from being a pastor to follow thee: neither have I desired the woeful day; thou knowest: that which came out of my lips was right before thee.

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but I said to the king, “May the king live forever!(A) Why should my face not look sad when the city(B) where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?(C)

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And said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?

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