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Isaiah 24:11 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

In the streets they cry  for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

There is crying in the streets for wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is banished and gone into captivity.

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American Standard Version (1901)

There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.

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Common English Bible

There is a cry for wine in the streets. All joy has reached its dusk; happiness is exiled from the earth.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

There will be a clamor for wine in the streets. All rejoicing has been abandoned. The gladness of the earth has been carried away.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

There shall be a crying for wine in the streets: all mirth is forsaken: the joy of the earth is gone away.

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Isaiah 24:11
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Give beer to one who is dying and wine to one whose life is bitter.


Joy and rejoicing  have been removed from the orchard; no one is singing or shouting for joy in the vineyards. No one tramples grapes  in the winepresses. I have put an end to the shouting.


In a little more than a year you overconfident ones will shudder, for the grapes will fail and the harvest will not come.


for the ground of my people growing thorns and briars, indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.


They will look towards the earth  and see only distress, darkness, and the gloom of affliction, and they will be driven into thick darkness.


The land is scorched by the wrath of the  Lord of Armies, and the people are like fuel for the fire. No one has compassion on his brother.


Judah mourns; her city gates languish. Her people are on the ground in mourning; Jerusalem’s cry rises up.


The nations have heard of your dishonour, and your cries fill the earth, because warrior stumbles against warrior and together both of them have fallen.


Gladness and celebration are taken from the fertile field and from the land of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the winepresses; no one will tread with shouts of joy. The shouting is not a shout of joy.


They do not cry to me from their hearts; rather, they wail on their beds. They slash themselves  , for grain and new wine; they turn away from me.


The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate,  the date palm,  and the apple   – all the trees of the orchard #– #have withered. Indeed, human joy has dried up.


Woe because of that day! For the day of the  Lord is near and will come as devastation from the Almighty.


‘ “Son,”   Abraham said, “remember that during your life you received your good things,   just as Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here,   while you are in agony.