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Isaiah 23:16 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Pick up your lyre, stroll through the city, you forgotten prostitute. Play skilfully, sing many a song so that you will be remembered.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Take a harp, go about the city, forgotten harlot; play skillfully and make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Common English Bible

Take a harp, go around the city, forgotten prostitute. Play well, sing many songs, so they’ll remember you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Take up a stringed instrument. Circulate through the city, you harlot who had been forgotten. Sing many canticles well, so that you may be remembered.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten: sing well, sing many a song, that thou mayst be remembered.

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Isaiah 23:16
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On that day Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years #– #the lifespan of one king. At the end of seventy years, what the song says about the prostitute will happen to Tyre:


And at the end of the seventy years,  the Lord will restore Tyre  and she will go back into business, prostituting herself with all the kingdoms of the world throughout the earth.


All your lovers have forgotten you; they no longer look for you, for I have struck you as an enemy would, with the discipline  of someone cruel, because of your enormous guilt and your innumerable sins.


I will put an end to the noise of your songs,  and the sound of your lyres will no longer be heard.


Because of the continual prostitution of the prostitute, the attractive mistress of sorcery, who treats nations and clans like merchandise by her prostitution and sorcery,