Then all the guests of Adonijah trembled, and rose, and each went his own way.
Isaiah 21:4 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI) 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. |
Then all the guests of Adonijah trembled, and rose, and each went his own way.
And Haman added, “Even Queen Esther let no one come with the king to the banquet she prepared but myself. And 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.
While they are inflamed I will prepare them a feast and make them drunk, till they swoon away and sleep a perpetual sleep and not wake, says the Lord.
I will make drunk her princes and her wise men, her governors, her commanders, and her warriors; they shall sleep a perpetual sleep and not wake, says the King, whose name is the Lord of hosts.
King Belshazzar made a great feast for a thousand of his lords, and drank wine in front of the thousand.
Immediately the fingers of a man's hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall of the king's palace, opposite the lampstand; and the king saw the hand as it wrote.
In the morning you shall say, ‘Would it were evening!’ and at evening you shall say, ‘Would it were morning!’ because of the dread which your heart shall fear, and the sights which your eyes shall see.
Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, that flutters over its young, spreading out its wings, catching them, bearing them on its pinions,