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Ezekiel 16:23 - New Revised Standard Version

After all your wickedness (woe, woe to you! says the Lord God),

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And it came to pass after all thy wickedness, (woe, woe unto thee! saith the Lord GOD;)

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And after all your wickedness–Woe, woe to you! says the Lord God–

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American Standard Version (1901)

And it is come to pass after all thy wickedness (woe, woe unto thee! saith the Lord Jehovah),

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Common English Bible

After all your wickedness—doom, doom to you, proclaims the LORD God—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And it happened that, after all your wickedness, (woe, woe to you, says the Lord God)

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And it came to pass after all thy wickedness (Woe, Woe to thee, saith the Lord God)

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Ezekiel 16:23
12 Tagairtí Cros  

I have seen your abominations, your adulteries and neighings, your shameless prostitutions on the hills of the countryside. Woe to you, O Jerusalem! How long will it be before you are made clean?


and say, Thus says the Lord God: Woe to the women who sew bands on all wrists, and make veils for the heads of persons of every height, in the hunt for human lives! Will you hunt down lives among my people, and maintain your own lives?


Thus says the Lord God, Alas for the senseless prophets who follow their own spirit, and have seen nothing!


And in all your abominations and your whorings you did not remember the days of your youth, when you were naked and bare, flailing about in your blood.


you built yourself a platform and made yourself a lofty place in every square;


He spread it before me; it had writing on the front and on the back, and written on it were words of lamentation and mourning and woe.


Therefore thus says the Lord God: Woe to the bloody city, the pot whose rust is in it, whose rust has not gone out of it! Empty it piece by piece, making no choice at all.


Ah, soiled, defiled, oppressing city!


“Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the deeds of power done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.


Rejoice then, you heavens and those who dwell in them! But woe to the earth and the sea, for the devil has come down to you with great wrath, because he knows that his time is short!”


Then I looked, and I heard an eagle crying with a loud voice as it flew in midheaven, “Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth, at the blasts of the other trumpets that the three angels are about to blow!”