But when they went to bury her, they found no more of her than the skull, the feet, and the palms of her hands.
Isaiah 14:18 - Tree of Life Version All the kings of the nations, all of them, lie in glory, each in his own house. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher. American Standard Version (1901) All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house. Common English Bible All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb. Catholic Public Domain Version All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house. |
But when they went to bury her, they found no more of her than the skull, the feet, and the palms of her hands.
So he was buried in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good things in Israel and toward God and His House.
When they withdrew from him—for they left him very sick—his own servants plotted against him because of the blood of the sons of Jehoiada the kohen, and assassinated him on his bed. He died and was buried in the city of David—but not in the tombs of the kings.
with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves places now desolate,
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
when they also are afraid of heights and of dangers on the road, when the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper berry fails to excite— for a man is going to his eternal home, and mourners go about in the street—
Even if a man should father a hundred children and live many years, however many the days of his years may be, yet his soul is never satisfied with his prosperity and he does not have a proper burial, then I say that it is better for the stillborn than him.
who made the world a wilderness and destroyed its cities, who never opened the house of his prisoners?”
But you are cast out of your tomb as a discarded branch, garment of the slain, pierced with a sword, dumped into a stony pit, a corpse trodden underfoot.
‘What are you doing here, and who are you to be here, that you cut out a grave for yourself, carving out a tomb on the height, chiseling a crypt for yourself in the rock?