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Isaiah 21:4 - Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 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

4 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)

4 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

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

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

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

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English Standard Version 2016

4 My heart staggers; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.

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Isaiah 21:4
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Therefore, all those who had been summoned by Adonijah were terrified. And they all rose up, and each one went his own way.


And the scribes of the king were summoned, in the first month Nisan, on the thirteenth day of the same month. And it was written, as Haman had commanded, to all the king's governors, and to the judges of the provinces, and to various peoples, so that each people could read and hear according to their various languages, in the name of king Artaxerxes. And the letters were sealed with his ring.


In God, I will praise my words. In God, I have put my trust. I will not fear what flesh can do to me.


All day long, they curse my words. All their intentions are for evil against me.


I am afflicted in my heart, in my heart. The senses of my heart have been stirred up within me. I will not remain silent. For my soul has heard the voice of the trumpet, the clamor of the battle.


In their heat, I will give them a drink, and I will inebriate them, so that they become drowsy, and sleep an everlasting sleep, and do not rise up, says the Lord.


"And I will inebriate her leaders, and her wise ones, and her military rulers, and her civil rulers, and her strong ones. And they will sleep an everlasting sleep, and they will not awaken," says the King: the Lord of hosts is his name.


Belshazzar, the king, made a great feast for a thousand of his nobles, and each one of them drank according to his age.


That same night, king Belshazzar the Chaldean was killed.


In the same hour, there appeared fingers, as of the hand of a man, writing on the surface of the wall, opposite the candlestick, in the king's palace. And the king observed the part of the hand that wrote.


For just as thorns entwine one another, so also, while they are feasting and drinking together, they will be consumed like stubble that is completely dry.


In the morning you will say, 'Who will grant evening to me?' and at evening, 'Who will grant morning to me?' because of the dread of your heart, with which you will be terrified, and because of those things that you will see with your eyes.


just as an eagle encourages its young to fly, and, flying above them, stretches out its wings, and takes them up, and carries them on its shoulders.


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