Verse 21

For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.

Referenced Verses

  • 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.
  • Joel 2:6 : 6 From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.
  • Nah 2:10 : 10 She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
  • 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 9:1 : 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.
  • Rom 9:1-3 : 1 Truth I say in Christ, I lie not, my conscience bearing testimony with me in the Holy Spirit, 2 that I have great grief and unceasing pain in my heart -- 3 for I was wishing, I myself, to be anathema from the Christ -- for my brethren, my kindred, according to the flesh,
  • Neh 2:3 : 3 and say to the king, `Let the king to the age live! wherefore should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of the graves of my fathers, `is' a waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?'
  • Ps 137:3-6 : 3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.' 4 How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth! 6 My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.
  • Song 1:5-6 : 5 Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon. 6 Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
  • Luke 19:41 : 41 And when he came nigh, having seen the city, he wept over it,
  • Jer 17:16 : 16 And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,