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Isaiah 23:16 - Revised Standard Version

“Take a harp, go about the city, O forgotten harlot! 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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In that day Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, like the days of one king. At the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:


At the end of seventy years, the Lord will visit Tyre, and she will return to her hire, and will play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world upon 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 flagrant.


And I will stop the music of your songs, and the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.


And all for the countless harlotries of the harlot, graceful and of deadly charms, who betrays nations with her harlotries, and peoples with her charms.