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Isaiah 21:4 - Tree of Life Version

My heart is bewildered, terror overwhelms me. The twilight I longed for has been turned into trembling.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My mind reels and wanders, horror terrifies me. [In my mind's eye I am at the feast of Belshazzar. I see the defilement of the golden vessels taken from God's temple, I watch the handwriting appear on the wall–I know that Babylon's great king is to be slain.] The twilight I looked forward to with pleasure has been turned into fear and trembling for me. [Dan. 5.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me.

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Common English Bible

My heart pounds; convulsions overpower me. He has turned my evening of pleasure into dread—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

My heart withered. The darkness stupefied me. Babylon, my beloved, has become a wonder to me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

My heart failed, darkness amazed me: Babylon my beloved is become a wonder to me.

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Isaiah 21:4
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Trembling, all the guests of Adonijah got up and each went his own way.


Haman added, “And that’s not all! Queen Esther invited only me to accompany the king to a banquet that she prepared. And she has also invited me along with the king tomorrow.


My heart shudders within me and the terrors of death sweep over me.


Fear and trembling come upon me and horror has overwhelmed me.


My stomach, my stomach! I writhe in anguish! The pain of my heart! My heart is pounding within me! I cannot keep silent because I have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the battle-cry of war.


When they become hot, I will set out a banquet for them and will make them so drunk that they become merry— and then sleep a perpetual sleep and never awake.” It is a declaration of Adonai.


“I will intoxicate her officials and sages, her governors, deputies, and warriors, and they will sleep a perpetual sleep, and not awake.” It is a declaration of the King, whose Name is Adonai-Tzva’ot.


King Belshazzar held a great feast for 1,000 of his nobles and was drinking wine in front of the thousand.


On that very night King Belshazzar of the Chaldeans was slain.


At that very moment, the fingers of a human hand emerged and wrote on the plaster of the wall of the king’s palace opposite the lampstand, so that the king could see the back of the hand that was writing.


For even like tangled thorns they will be consumed, or like drunkards who are drunk, or like stubble that is fully dry.


In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and at evening you will say, ‘If only it were morning!”—from the fear of your heart that you will fear and the sight of your eyes that you will see.


As an eagle stirs up its nest, hovers over its young, He spreads His wings, catches him, lifts him up on His pinions.