So they went to bury her, but all they found of her was the skull and the feet and the palms of the hands.
Isaiah 14:18 - The Scriptures 2009 “All the sovereigns of the nations, all of them, were laid in esteem, everyone in his own house; Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher. American Standard Version (1901) All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house. Common English Bible All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb. Catholic Public Domain Version All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house. |
So they went to bury her, but all they found of her was the skull and the feet and the palms of the hands.
And they buried him in the City of Dawiḏ among the sovereigns, for he had done good in Yisra’ĕl, both toward Elohim and His house.
And when they had withdrawn from him – for they left him very sick – his own servants conspired against him because of the blood of the sons of Yehoyaḏa the priest, and killed him on his bed, and he died. And they buried him in the City of Dawiḏ, but they did not bury him in the burial-sites of the sovereigns.
with sovereigns and counsellors of the earth, who built ruins for themselves,
For I have known that You bring me to death, and to the house of appointment for all living.
furthermore, they are afraid of what is high, and of low places in the way; and the almond tree blossoms, and the grasshopper becomes a burden, and desire perishes. For man is going to his everlasting home, and the mourners shall go about the streets.
If a man brings forth a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his being is not satisfied with goodness, or indeed he has no burial-place, I say that a premature birth is better than he,
who made the world as a wilderness and destroyed its cities, who would not open the house of his prisoners?’
but you have been thrown from your burial-site like an abominable branch, like the garment of those who are killed, thrust through with a sword, who go down to the stones of the pit, like a trampled corpse.
What have you here, and whom have you here, that you have hewn a burial-site here, as he who hews himself a burial-site on high, inscribing a resting place for himself in a rock?