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Isaiah 14:18 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

18 All the kings of the nations lie in glory, each in his own tomb,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
11 Cross References  

But when they went to bury her, they found no more of her than the skull and the feet and the palms of her hands.


And they buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel and for God and his house.


When they had withdrawn, leaving him severely wounded, his servants conspired against him because of the blood of the son of the priest Jehoiada, and they killed him on his bed. So he died, and they buried him in the city of David, but they did not bury him in the tombs of the kings.


with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuild ruins for themselves,


I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.


when one is afraid of heights, and terrors are in the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper bud falls; because all must go to their eternal home, and the mourners will go about the streets;


A man may father a hundred children and live many years, but however many are the days of his years, if he does not enjoy life’s good things or has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


who made the world like a desert and overthrew its cities, who would not let his prisoners go home?”


but you are cast out, away from your grave, like loathsome carrion, clothed with the dead, those pierced by the sword, who go down to the stones of the Pit like a corpse trampled underfoot.


What right do you have here? Who are your relatives here, that you have cut out a tomb here for yourself, cutting a tomb on the height and carving a habitation for yourself in the rock?


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