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Isaiah 22:2 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 You who are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous and exultant city? [O Jerusalem] your slain warriors have not met [a glorious] death with the sword or in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

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Common English Bible

2 you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword; they didn’t die in battle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Isaiah 22:2
16 Cross References  

so as not to crouch among the prisoners or fall among the slain? For all this his anger has not turned away; his hand is stretched out still.


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


for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the jubilant city.


For the palace will be forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, the joy of wild asses, a pasture for flocks;


“Therefore thus says the Lord concerning the king of Assyria: He shall not come into this city, shoot an arrow there, come before it with a shield, or cast up a siege ramp against it.


Then the angel of the Lord set out and struck down one hundred eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians; when morning dawned, they were all dead bodies.


If I go out into the field, look—those killed by the sword! And if I enter the city, look—those sick with famine! For both prophet and priest ply their trade throughout the land and have no knowledge.


“Thus says the Lord: Those who stay in this city shall die by the sword, by famine, and by pestilence, but those who go out to the Chaldeans shall live; they shall have their lives as a prize of war and live.


On the ninth day of the fourth month the famine became so severe in the city that there was no food for the people of the land.


How lonely sits the city that once was full of people! How like a widow she has become, she that was great among the nations! She that was a princess among the provinces has become subject to forced labor.


Look, O Lord, and consider! To whom have you done this? Should women eat their offspring, the children they have borne? Should priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


Those who are near and those who are far from you will mock you, you infamous one, full of tumult.


Is this the exultant city that lived secure, that said to itself, “I am, and there is no one else”? What a desolation it has become, a lair for wild animals! Everyone who passes by it hisses and shakes the fist.


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