Jeremiah 8:21

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken;
I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

Jeremiah 14:17

“You will say this word to them,
‘Let my eyes flow down with tears night and day,
And let them not cease;
For the virgin daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow,
With a sorely infected wound.

Joel 2:6

Before them the people are in anguish;
All faces turn pale.

Nahum 2:10

She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste!
Hearts are melting and knees knocking!
Also anguish is in the whole body
And all their faces are grown pale!

Jeremiah 4:19

My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart!
My heart is pounding in me;
I cannot be silent,
Because you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.

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!

Nehemiah 2:3

I said to the king, “Let the king live forever. Why should my face not be sad when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies desolate and its gates have been consumed by fire?”

Psalm 137:3-6

For there our captors demanded of us songs,
And our tormentors mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

Song of Songs 1:5-6

“I am black but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.

Jeremiah 17:16

But as for me, I have not hurried away from being a shepherd after You,
Nor have I longed for the woeful day;
You Yourself know that the utterance of my lips
Was in Your presence.

Luke 19:41

When He approached Jerusalem, He saw the city and wept over it,

Romans 9:1-3

I am telling the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience testifies with me in the Holy Spirit,

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Summary

Jeremiah 8:21

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

The hurt

I am

Song of Songs 1:5

Joel 2:6

Nahum 2:10

Bible References

The hurt

My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart!

My heart is pounding in me;
I cannot be silent,
Because you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.

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!

But as for me, I have not hurried away from being a shepherd after You,
Nor have I longed for the woeful day;

You Yourself know that the utterance of my lips

Was in Your presence.

I said to the king, “Let the king live forever. Why should my face not be sad when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies desolate and its gates have been consumed by fire?”

For there our captors

demanded of us songs,

And our tormentors mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

When He approached Jerusalem, He saw the city and wept over it,

I am telling the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience testifies with me in the Holy Spirit,

I am

“I am black but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.

Before them the people are in anguish;
All faces turn pale.

She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste!

Hearts are melting and knees knocking!

Also anguish is in the whole body
And all their faces are grown pale!