and went and sat at a distance, about a bow shot away, for she said, ‘I can’t bear to watch the boy die! ’ While she sat at a distance, she wept loudly.
Amos 8:10 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 and I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation, and I will cause sackcloth to be put upon all loins and baldness [for mourning] shall come on every head; and I will make that time as the mourning for an only son, and the end of it as a bitter day. American Standard Version (1901) And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day. Common English Bible I will turn your feasts into sad affairs and all your singing into a funeral song; I will make people wear mourning clothes and shave their heads; I will make it like the loss of an only child, and the end of it like a bitter day. Catholic Public Domain Version And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your hymns into lamentation. And I will put sackcloth over every one of your backs, and baldness on every head. And I will begin it like the mourning for an only-begotten son, and complete it like a bitter day. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation: and I will bring up sackcloth upon every back of yours, and baldness upon every head: and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the latter end thereof as a bitter day. |
and went and sat at a distance, about a bow shot away, for she said, ‘I can’t bear to watch the boy die! ’ While she sat at a distance, she wept loudly.
When he fills his stomach, God will send his burning anger against him, raining it down on him while he is eating.
May darkness and gloom reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it. May what darkens the day terrify it.
Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.
Your own evil will discipline you; your own apostasies will reprimand you. Recognise how evil and bitter it is for you to abandon the Lord your God and to have no fear of me. This is the declaration of the Lord God of Armies.
Indeed, every head is bald and every beard is chopped short. On every hand is a gash and sackcloth round the waist.
My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.
They will put on sackcloth, and horror will overwhelm them. Shame will cover all their faces, and all their heads will be bald.
‘Son of man, this is what the Lord God says to the land of Israel: An end! The end has come on the four corners of the earth.
I will put an end to all her celebrations: her feasts, New Moons, and Sabbaths – all her festivals.
And I will punish her for the days of the Baals, to which she burned incense. She put on her rings and her jewellery and followed her lovers, but she forgot me. This is the Lord’s declaration.
Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.
I hate, I despise, your feasts! I can’t stand the stench of your solemn assemblies.
Take away from me the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.
In that day the temple songs will become wailing’ #– #this is the Lord God’s declaration. ‘Many dead bodies, thrown everywhere! Silence! ’
For they will be consumed like entangled thorns, like the drink of a drunkard and like straw that is fully dry.
‘Then I will pour out a spirit , of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.
Rejoice during your festival #– #you, your son and daughter, your male and female slave, as well as the Levite, the resident foreigner, the fatherless, and the widow within your city gates.