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Isaiah 23:8 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

Who has planned this against Tzor, the giver of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Who has purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

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American Standard Version (1901)

Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?

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Common English Bible

Who planned this concerning Tyre, the one who gives crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Who has made this plan against Tyre, which formerly was crowned, whose merchants were leaders, whose traders were illustrious on the earth?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, that was formerly crowned, whose merchants were princes, and her traders the nobles of the earth?

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Isaiah 23:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

For he says, *Aren't all of my princes kings?


How then can you turn away the face of one captain of the least of my master's servants, and put your trust on Egypt for chariots and for horsemen?


They shall make a spoil of your riches, and make a prey of your merchandise; and they shall break down your walls, and destroy your pleasant houses; and they shall lay your stones and your timber and your dust in the midst of the waters.


You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips, and flees away.


Tzor built herself a stronghold, and heaped up silver like the dust, and fine gold like the mire of the streets.


The light of a lamp will shine no more at all in you. The voice of the bridegroom and of the bride will be heard no more at all in you; for your merchants were the princes of the earth; for with your sorcery all the nations were deceived.


Therefore in one day her plagues will come: death, mourning, and famine; and she will be utterly burned with fire; for the Lord God who has judged her is strong.