In its streets they wear sackcloth; on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails, falling down and weeping.
Jeremiah 48:38 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised On all the rooftops of Moab and in her public squares, everyone is mourning because I have shattered Moab like a jar no one wants.’ This is the Lord’s declaration. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 There shall be lamentation generally upon all the housetops of Moab, and in the streets thereof: for I have broken Moab like a vessel wherein is no pleasure, saith the LORD. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition On all the housetops of Moab and in its streets there is lamentation everywhere, for I have broken Moab like a vessel in which there is no pleasure, says the Lord. American Standard Version (1901) On all the housetops of Moab and in the streets thereof there is lamentation every where; for I have broken Moab like a vessel wherein none delighteth, saith Jehovah. Common English Bible On every housetop of Moab and in all its streets, there’s nothing but mourning. I have shattered Moab like a pottery vessel no one wants, declares the LORD. Catholic Public Domain Version Over all the rooftops of Moab, and in its streets, everyone will mourn. For I have crushed Moab like a useless vessel, says the Lord. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Upon all the housetops of Moab and in the streets thereof general mourning: because I have broken Moab as an useless vessel, saith the Lord. |
In its streets they wear sackcloth; on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails, falling down and weeping.
A pronouncement concerning the Valley of Vision: What’s the matter with you? Why have all of you gone up to the rooftops?
Its collapse will be like the shattering of a potter’s jar, crushed to pieces, so that not even a fragment of pottery will be found among its shattered remains – no fragment large enough to take fire from a hearth or scoop water from a cistern.’
‘Then you are to shatter the jar in the presence of the people going with you,
and you are to proclaim to them, “This is what the Lord of Armies says: I will shatter these people and this city, as one shatters a potter’s jar that can never again be mended. They will bury the dead in Topheth because there is no other place for burials.
Is this man Coniah a despised, shattered pot, a jar no one wants? Why are he and his descendants hurled out and cast into a land they have not known?
Wail, you shepherds, and cry out. Roll in the dust, you leaders of the flock. Because the days of your slaughter have come, you will fall and become shattered like a precious vase.
Israel is swallowed up! Now they are among the nations like discarded pottery.
What I tell you in the dark, speak in the light. What you hear in a whisper, proclaim on the housetops.
and he will rule , them with an iron sceptre; he will shatter them like pottery , –