Woe is me # 23_ISA_06_05  Then said I, Woe [is] me! for I am undone; because I [am] a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips_ for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts. ## Then said I, Woe [is] me! for I am undone; because I [am] a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts. 
Woe is me # 24_JER_04_31  For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, [and] the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, [that] bewaileth herself, [that] spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe [is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers. ## For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, [and] the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, [that] bewaileth herself, [that] spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe [is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers. 
Woe is me # 24_JER_10_19  Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous_ but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it. ## Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this [is] a grief, and I must bear it. 
Woe is me # 24_JER_15_10  Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; [yet] every one of them doth curse me. ## Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; [yet] every one of them doth curse me. 
Woe is me # 24_JER_45_03  Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest. ## Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest. 
Woe is me # 33_MIC_07_01  Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage_ [there is] no cluster to eat_ my soul desired the firstripe fruit. ## Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: [there is] no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit. 
Woe is me # 19_PSA_120_05 # Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!