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Isaiah 22:2 - Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 You who are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous and exultant city? [O Jerusalem] your slain warriors have not met [a glorious] death with the sword or in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

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Common English Bible

2 you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword; they didn’t die in battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Isaiah 22:2
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so that you may not be bowed down under the chains, and fall with the slain? Concerning all this, his fury was not turned away; instead, his hand was still extended.


Is this not your place, which from its earliest days has gloried in its antiquity? Her feet will lead her to a sojourn far away.


Thorn and brier will rise up, over the soil of my people. How much more over all the houses of gladness, over the city of exultation?


For the house has been forsaken. The multitude of the city has been abandoned. A darkness and a covering have been placed over its dens, even unto eternity. It will be the gladness of wild donkeys and the pasture of flocks,


For this reason, thus says the Lord about the king of the Assyrians: He will not enter this city, nor shoot an arrow into it, nor overtake it with a shield, nor dig a rampart all around it.


Then the Angel of the Lord went forth and struck down, in the camp of the Assyrians, one hundred eighty-five thousand. And they arose in the morning, and behold, all these were dead bodies.


"If I go out into the fields: behold, those slain by the sword. And if I enter into the city: behold, those weakened by famine. Likewise, the prophet, too, and the priest, have gone into a land that they did not know.


"Thus says the Lord: Whoever will remain in this city will die by the sword, and by famine, and by pestilence. But whoever will flee away from the Chaldeans, will live, and his soul will dwell in safety.


Then, in the fourth month, on the ninth of the month, a famine gripped the city. And there was no nourishment for the people of the land.


ALEPH. O how a city once filled with people now sits alone! The Governess of the Gentiles has become like a widow. The Prince of the provinces has been placed under tribute.


RES. O Lord, see and consider those whom you have made into a such vintage. So then, shall women eat their own fruit, little ones measured by the palm of the hand? Shall priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


Those that are near and those that are far from you will triumph over you. You are filthy, infamous, great in destruction.


This is the glorious city, dwelling in trust, which said in her heart, "I am and there is no one other than me." How has she become a lair for beasts in the desert? All who pass through her will hiss and wag their hand.


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