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Isaiah 14:8 - American Standard Version 2015

8 Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, {\i and} the cedars of Lebanon, {\i saying}, Since thou art laid low, no hewer is come up against us.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Yes, the fir trees and cypresses rejoice at you [O kings of Babylon], even the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since you have been laid low, no woodcutter comes up against us.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid low, no hewer is come up against us.

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Common English Bible

8 Even the cypresses rejoice over you, the cedars of Lebanon: “Since you were laid low, no logger comes up against us!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 The evergreens, too, have rejoiced over you, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying: 'Since you have slept, no one has ascended who would cut us down.'

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Isaiah 14:8
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The voice of Jehovah breaketh the cedars;\par\tab Yea, Jehovah breaketh in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.


By thy servants hast thou defied the Lord, and hast said, With the multitude of my chariots am I come up to the height of the mountains, to the innermost parts of Lebanon; and I will cut down the tall cedars thereof, and the choice fir-trees thereof; and I will enter into its farthest height, the forest of its fruitful field;


I made the nations to shake at the sound of his fall, when I cast him down to Sheol with them that descend into the pit; and all the trees of Eden, the choice and best of Lebanon, all that drink water, were comforted in the nether parts of the earth.


Wail, O fir-tree, for the cedar is fallen, because the goodly ones are destroyed: wail, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest is come down.


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