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Ezekiel 26:13 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

13 I will silence the music of your songs; the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 And I will cause the noise of thy songs to cease; and the sound of thy harps shall be no more heard.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 And I will cause the noise of your songs to cease, and the sound of your lyres shall be no more heard.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 And I will cause the noise of thy songs to cease; and the sound of thy harps shall be no more heard.

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Common English Bible

13 I will bring an end to your cacophonous songs; the sound of your lyres will never be heard again.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 And I will cause the multitude of your songs to cease. And the sound of your stringed instruments will no longer be heard.

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Ezekiel 26:13
16 Cross References  

And I will bring to an end the sound of mirth and gladness, the voice of the bride and bridegroom in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem, for the land shall become a waste.


Take a harp; go about the city, you forgotten prostitute! Make sweet melody; sing many songs, that you may be remembered.


And I will banish from them the sound of mirth and the sound of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones and the light of the lamp.


For thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: I am going to banish from this place, in your days and before your eyes, the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride.


Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the sound of your harps; maggots are the bed beneath you, and worms are your covering.


I will put an end to all her mirth, her festivals, her new moons, her Sabbaths, and all her appointed festivals.


You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering, carnelian, chrysolite, and moonstone, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, turquoise, and emerald; and worked in gold were your settings and your engravings. On the day that you were created they were prepared.


Is this your exultant city whose origin is from days of old, whose feet carried her to settle far away?


city full of shouting, tumultuous city, panic-stricken town? Your slain are not slain by the sword, nor are they dead in battle.


whose feasts consist of lyre and harp, tambourine and flute and wine, but who do not regard the deeds of the Lord or see the work of his hands!


On the willows there we hung up our harps.


He said: “You will exult no longer, O oppressed virgin daughter Sidon; rise, cross over to Cyprus— even there you will have no rest.”


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