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Jeremiah 48:36 - The Scriptures 1998

36 “So My heart sounds for Mo’aḇ

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

36 Therefore mine heart shall sound for Moab like pipes, and mine heart shall sound like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: because the riches that he hath gotten are perished.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

36 Therefore My heart moans and sighs for Moab like flutes, and My heart moans and sighs like flutes for the men of Kir-heres (Kir-hareseth); therefore [the remnant of] the abundant riches they gained has perished.

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American Standard Version (1901)

36 Therefore my heart soundeth for Moab like pipes, and my heart soundeth like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: therefore the abundance that he hath gotten is perished.

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Common English Bible

36 Therefore, my heart wails for Moab like a mournful flute that plays the dirge; my heart wails for the people of Kir-heres, like a mournful flute. Their abundance is now gone.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

36 Because of this, my heart will resound for Moab, like the pipes, and my heart will make a sound like the pipes for the men on the brick wall. For he has done more than he was able, yet still they have perished.

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Jeremiah 48:36
14 Cross References  

And they broke down the cities, and each man threw a stone on every good piece of land and filled it. And they stopped up all the fountains of water and cut down all the good trees, until only the stones of Qir Ḥ


Riches do not profit in the day of wrath, But righteousness delivers from death.


A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children, But the wealth of the sinner is stored up for the righteous.


The rich man’s wealth is his strong city, And like a high wall in his own imagination.


My own heart is toward Mo’aḇ


Therefore the wealth, acquired and stored up, they take away to the wadi of the Willows.


Therefore my inward parts sound like a lyre for Mo’aḇ


Look down from the heavens, and see from Your set-apart and comely dwelling. Where are Your ardour and Your might, the stirring of Your inward parts and Your compassion toward me? Are they withheld?


“As a partridge that broods but does not hatch, so is he who gets riches, but not by right. It leaves him in the midst of his days, and at his end he is a fool.”


O my inward parts, my inward parts! I am in pain! O the walls of my heart! My heart pounds in me, I am not silent. For you have heard, O my being, the sound of the ram’s horn, a shout of battle!


“Therefore I wail for Mo’aḇ


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