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Jeremiah 49:25 - Tree of Life Version

How is the city of praise deserted— the city of my joy?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

How [remarkable that] the renowned city is not deserted, the city of my joy! [exclaims one from Damascus].

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American Standard Version (1901)

How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?

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Common English Bible

Forsaken is the renowned city, city of my delight.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

How could they have abandoned the praiseworthy city, the city of rejoicing?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

How have they forsaken the city of renown, the city of joy!

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Jeremiah 49:25
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I will restore your judges as at first, your counselors as at the start. Afterward you will be called City of Righteousness, Faithful City.


“Then this city will be to Me for a name of joy, praise and glory before all the nations of the earth, which will hear all the good that I do for them, so they will fear and tremble because of all the good and for all the shalom that I do for it.”


There is no more praise for Moab. In Heshbon they plotted evil against her: ‘Come, let’s cut her off as a nation.’ You too, Madmen, will be silenced— the sword will chase you.


“‘How shattered it is!’ they wailed! ‘How Moab turned his back in shame!’ So Moab will become a laughingstock and a horror to all around him.”


How has Sheshach been taken, the praise of the whole earth seized? How has Babylon become a horror among the nations!


Immediately the word about Ne­buchadnezzar was fulfilled. He was driven away from men, ate grass like an ox, and his body was drenched with the dew of heaven, until his hair had grown like eagles’ feathers and his nails like birds’ claws.


standing far off because of the terror of her torment, saying: “Alas, alas, O great city— O Babylon, the mighty city! For in a single hour your judgment has come!”