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Isaiah 23:16 - New Revised Standard Version

Take a harp, go about the city, you forgotten prostitute! Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Take a harp, go about the city, forgotten harlot; play skillfully and make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Common English Bible

Take a harp, go around the city, forgotten prostitute. Play well, sing many songs, so they’ll remember you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Take up a stringed instrument. Circulate through the city, you harlot who had been forgotten. Sing many canticles well, so that you may be remembered.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten: sing well, sing many a song, that thou mayst be remembered.

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Isaiah 23:16
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From that day Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, the lifetime of one king. At the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song about the prostitute:


At the end of seventy years, the Lord will visit Tyre, and she will return to her trade, and will prostitute herself with all the kingdoms of the world on the face of the earth.


All your lovers have forgotten you; they care nothing for you; for I have dealt you the blow of an enemy, the punishment of a merciless foe, because your guilt is great, because your sins are so numerous.


I will silence the music of your songs; the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.


Because of the countless debaucheries of the prostitute, gracefully alluring, mistress of sorcery, who enslaves nations through her debaucheries, and peoples through her sorcery,