Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
Woe
to the city of blood, full
of
lies ,
full of
plunder
, never
without
prey.
Wo
`
to '
the city of blood, She
is
all
with
lies --
burglary
--
full, Prey doth
not
depart
.
The crack
of the
whip, the rumble
of the wheel, galloping
horse and bounding chariot !
The sound
of a
whip, And
the sound
of the rattling
of
a
wheel, And
of
a
prancing
horse ,
and of
a
bounding chariot ,
Of
a
horseman
mounting.
Charging
horseman,
flashing
sword, shining
spear ;
heaps
of slain
, mounds
of corpses
, dead
bodies
without
end —
they stumble over their dead—
And
the
flame
of
a
sword, and
the
lightning
of
a
spear ,
And
the
abundance
of the
wounded
, And
the
weight
of carcases
, Yea,
there
is
no
end to
the
bodies,
They stumble over their bodies.
because of the many
harlotries
of the harlot, the seductive
mistress
of sorcery
, who betrays
nations by her prostitution
and clans
by her witchcraft
.
Because of the abundance
of the fornications
of
an
harlot, The goodness
of the
grace
of
the
lady
of
witchcrafts
, Who is
selling
nations by her fornications,
And families
by her witchcrafts
.
“Behold
, I am against you
, ”
declares
the
LORD
of Hosts .
“I
will
lift
your
skirts over
your
face .
I
will
show
your
nakedness
to
the
nations and your
shame
to
the
kingdoms .
Lo
, I `
am '
against thee
, An
affirmation
of Jehovah
of
Hosts ,
And
have
removed
thy
skirts before
thy
face ,
And
have
shewed
nations thy
nakedness,
And kingdoms thy
shame,
I
will
pelt
you
with
filth
and treat
you
with
contempt;
I will
make
a spectacle
of
you
.
And I have
cast
upon
thee
abominations,
And
dishonoured
thee,
and
made
thee
as
a sight
.
Then
all
who
see
you
will
recoil
from
you
and say
, ‘Nineveh
is devastated;
who will
grieve
for her? ’
Where
can
I find
comforters for you
? ”
And it
hath
come
to
pass
, Each
of
thy
beholders
fleeth
from
thee,
And
hath
said:
`Spoiled
is Nineveh,
Who doth
bemoan
for her? '
Whence
do
I seek
comforters for thee
?
Are
you
better than Thebes
, stationed
by
the
Nile
with
water
around
her, whose rampart
was
the sea, whose
wall was
the
water?
Art
thou
better than No-Ammon
, That
is
dwelling
among
brooks?
Waters
she
hath
round
about
her, Whose bulwark
`is'
the sea, waters
her
wall .
Cush and Egypt were
her
boundless
strength;
Put and Libya
were
her
allies
.
Cush her
might,
and Egypt ,
and
there
is
no
end.
Put and Lubim
have
been
for
thy
help
.
Yet
she became
an exile ;
she went
into captivity .
Her infants
were
dashed to pieces at the head
of every
street.
They
cast
lots
for her dignitaries
, and all her nobles
were
bound in chains
.
Even
she doth
become
an exile ,
She hath
gone
into captivity ,
Even
her sucklings
are
dashed to pieces At the top
of all
out-places,
And
for her honoured
ones
they
cast
a
lot
, And all her great
ones
have
been
bound in fetters
.
You
too
will
become
drunk;
you
will
go
into
hiding
and
seek refuge
from
the
enemy.
Even
thou
art
drunken,
thou
art
hidden,
Even
thou
dost
seek a
strong
place,
because
of
an
enemy.
All your
fortresses are fig trees with the
first ripe
figs;
when
shaken, they fall
into the mouth of the eater !
All thy
fortresses `
are '
fig -
trees with first -fruits,
If
they
are
shaken, They have
fallen
into the mouth of the eater .
Look
at
your
troops—
they
are like
your
women !
The gates of your
land are
wide
open
to
your
enemies;
fire consumes
their
bars.
Lo,
thy
people
`
are '
women in
thy
midst,
To
thine
enemies
thoroughly
opened
Have
been
the gates of thy
land ,
Consumed
hath
fire thy
bars.
Draw your
water
for the
siege;
strengthen your
fortresses .
Work
the
clay
and tread the
mortar;
repair
the
brick kiln !
Waters
of
a
siege
draw for thyself,
Strengthen thy
fortresses ,
Enter
into
mire,
and tread on
clay,
Make
strong
a
brick -
kiln .
There the
fire will
devour
you;
the
sword
will
cut you
down
and
consume you
like
a young
locust.
Make yourself
many
like
the young
locust;
make yourself
many
like
the swarming
locust !
There consume
thee
doth
a
fire ,
Cut thee
off
doth
a
sword,
It
doth
consume thee
as
a cankerworm!
Make thyself
heavy
as
the cankerworm,
Make thyself
heavy
as
the locust .
You
have
multiplied
your
merchants more
than
the stars of the sky.
The
young
locust
strips
the land
and flies
away.
Multiply
thy
merchants above
the stars of the heavens,
The cankerworm
hath
stripped
off,
and doth
flee
away.
Your
guards
are like
the
swarming
locust, and your
scribes
like
clouds
of
locusts
that settle
on
the
walls
on
a cold
day .
When
the sun rises
, they
fly
away, and no
one
knows
where.
Thy
crowned
ones
`
are '
as
a
locust, And thy
princes
as
great
grasshoppers,
That encamp
in
hedges
in
a day of
cold,
The sun hath
risen
, and
it
doth
flee
away, And not
known
is
its
place
where they
are
.
O
king of Assyria
, your
shepherds
slumber;
your
officers
sleep.
Your
people
are
scattered on the mountains with
no
one
to
gather
them
.
Slumbered
have
thy
friends,
king of Asshur
, Rest
do
thine
honourable
ones,
Scattered have
been
thy
people
on the mountains ,
And
there
is
none
gathering
.
There is no healing
for
your
injury;
your
wound
is severe.
All who
hear
the news
of
you
applaud
your
downfall
, for who
has
not experienced
your
constant
cruelty
?
There is no weakening
of
thy
destruction,
Grievous
`
is '
thy
smiting,
All hearing
thy
fame
have
clapped
the hand
at
thee
, For over
whom
did
not thy
wickedness
pass
continually
?
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