Nothing remains but to crouch among the prisoners or fall among the slain. For all this his anger has not turned away, and his hand is stretched out still.
Isaiah 22:2 - English Standard Version 2016 you who are full of shoutings, tumultuous city, exultant town? Your slain are not slain with the sword or dead in battle. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition You who are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous and exultant city? [O Jerusalem] your slain warriors have not met [a glorious] death with the sword or in battle. American Standard Version (1901) O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle. Common English Bible you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword; they didn’t die in battle. Catholic Public Domain Version Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle. |
Nothing remains but to crouch among the prisoners or fall among the slain. For all this his anger has not turned away, and his hand is stretched out still.
Is this your exultant city whose origin is from days of old, whose feet carried her to settle far away?
for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers, yes, for all the joyous houses in the exultant city.
For the palace is forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens forever, a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;
“Therefore thus says the Lord concerning the king of Assyria: He shall not come into this city or shoot an arrow there or come before it with a shield or cast up a siege mound against it.
And the angel of the Lord went out and struck down 185,000 in the camp of the Assyrians. And when people arose early in the morning, behold, these were all dead bodies.
If I go out into the field, behold, those pierced by the sword! And if I enter the city, behold, the diseases of famine! For both prophet and priest ply their trade through the land and have no knowledge.’”
“Thus says the Lord: He who stays in this city shall die by the sword, by famine, and by pestilence, but he who goes out to the Chaldeans shall live. He shall have his life as a prize of war, and live.
On the ninth day of the fourth month the famine was so severe in the city that there was no food for the people of the land.
How lonely sits the city that was full of people! How like a widow has she become, she who was great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces has become a slave.
Look, O Lord, and see! With whom have you dealt thus? Should women eat the fruit of their womb, the children of their tender care? Should priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?
Those who are near and those who are far from you will mock you; your name is defiled; you are full of tumult.
This is the exultant city that lived securely, that said in her heart, “I am, and there is no one else.” What a desolation she has become, a lair for wild beasts! Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.