Isaiah 21:4 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 My mind reels; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling. Flere versionerKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My mind reels and wanders, horror terrifies me. [In my mind's eye I am at the feast of Belshazzar. I see the defilement of the golden vessels taken from God's temple, I watch the handwriting appear on the wall–I know that Babylon's great king is to be slain.] The twilight I looked forward to with pleasure has been turned into fear and trembling for me. [Dan. 5.] American Standard Version (1901) My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me. Common English Bible My heart pounds; convulsions overpower me. He has turned my evening of pleasure into dread— Catholic Public Domain Version My heart withered. The darkness stupefied me. Babylon, my beloved, has become a wonder to me. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version My heart failed, darkness amazed me: Babylon my beloved is become a wonder to me. |
Haman added, “Even Queen Esther let no one but myself come with the king to the banquet that she prepared. Tomorrow also I am invited by her, together with the king.
And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
When they are inflamed, I will set out their drink and make them drunk, until they become merry and then sleep a perpetual sleep and never wake, says the Lord.
I will make her officials and her sages drunk, also her governors, her deputies, and her warriors; they shall sleep a perpetual sleep and never wake, says the King, whose name is the Lord of hosts.
King Belshazzar made a great feast for a thousand of his lords, and he was drinking wine in the presence of the thousand.
Immediately the fingers of a human hand appeared and began writing on the plaster of the wall of the royal palace, next to the lampstand. The king was watching the hand as it wrote.
Like thorns they are entangled; like drunkards they are drunk; they are consumed like dry straw.
In the morning you shall say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and at evening you shall say, ‘If only it were morning!’—because of the dread that your heart shall feel and the sights that your eyes shall see.
As an eagle stirs up its nest and hovers over its young, as it spreads its wings, takes them up, and bears them aloft on its pinions,