Isaiah 59:11 - Tree of Life Version All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition We all groan and growl like bears and moan plaintively like doves. We look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us. American Standard Version (1901) We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us. Common English Bible All of us growl like bears, and like doves we moan. We expect justice, but there is none; we await salvation, but it is far from us. Catholic Public Domain Version We will all roar like bears, and we will sigh like despondent doves. We hoped for judgment, and there is none; for salvation, and it is far from us. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version We shall roar all of us like bears and shall lament as mournful doves. We have looked for judgment; and there is none: for salvation; and it is far from us. |
Salvation is far from the wicked, for they do not seek after Your decrees.
For my heart is filled with burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
Let me hear what God Adonai will say. For He will speak shalom to His people, and to His kedoshim— but let them not turn back to folly.
Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!
Your sons have fainted. They lie at every street corner, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Adonai’s fury, the rebuke of your God.
Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands far off. For truth has stumbled in the street, and uprightness cannot enter.
They do not know the path of peace, and there is no justice in their tracks. They have made their paths crooked. Whoever walks in them will not experience shalom.
That is why justice is far from us and righteousness does not reach us. We hope for light, but behold darkness, for brightness, but walk in gloom.
We hoped for shalom, but it is no good, for a time of healing —and suddenly, terror!”
If only I had a travelers’ lodging place in the wilderness, then I might leave my people and get away from them! For they are all adulterers, a bunch of traitors.
Those survivors who escape will head for the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, each one over his iniquity.
Nor did they not cry to Me in their heart when they were wailing on their beds. For the sake of grain and new wine they slash themselves— they keep turning away from Me.
What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.