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Amos 8:3 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

3 In that day the temple  songs  will become wailing’   #– #this is the Lord God’s declaration. ‘Many dead bodies, thrown everywhere!  Silence! ’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 And the songs of the temple shall be howlings in that day, saith the Lord GOD: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth with silence.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 And the songs of the temple shall become wailings in that day, says the Lord God. The dead bodies shall be many; in every place they shall be cast forth in silence.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And the songs of the temple shall be wailings in that day, saith the Lord Jehovah: the dead bodies shall be many; in every place shall they cast them forth with silence.

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Common English Bible

3 On that day, the people will wail the temple songs,” says the LORD God; “there will be many corpses, thrown about everywhere. Silence.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 And the hinges of the temple will creak in that day, says the Lord God. Many will die. Silence will be thrown away in all places.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 And the hinges of the temple shall screak in that day, saith the Lord God: many shall die: silence shall be cast in every place.

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Amos 8:3
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Then  the angel of the Lord   went out and struck down one hundred and eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians. When the people got up the next morning, there were all the dead bodies!


Therefore, this is what the Lord says concerning Jehoiakim  son of Josiah, king of Judah: They will not mourn for him, saying, ‘Woe, my brother! ’ or ‘Woe, my sister! ’ They will not mourn for him, saying, ‘Woe, lord! Woe, his majesty! ’


The elders of Daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.


Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.


Dress in sackcloth and lament,  you priests; wail,  you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.


Wake up, you drunkards,  and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the sweet wine, for it has been taken from your mouth.


Moses said to Aaron, ‘This is what the Lord has spoken: I will demonstrate my holiness  , to those who are near me, and I will reveal my glory  , before all the people.’ And Aaron remained silent.


I sent plagues like those of Egypt; I killed your young men with the sword, along with your captured horses. I caused the stench of your camp to fill your nostrils, yet you did not return to me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


Therefore the Lord, the God of Armies, the Lord, says: There will be wailing in all the public squares; they will cry out in anguish  in all the streets. The farmer will be called on to mourn, and professional mourners  , to wail.


Take away from me the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.


They lie on beds inlaid with ivory, sprawled out on their couches, and dine on lambs from the flock and calves from the stall.


They improvise songs  to the sound of the harp and invent  their own musical instruments like David.


The Lord God has sworn by himself   #– #this is the declaration of the Lord, the God of Armies: I loathe Jacob’s pride and hate his citadels, so I will hand over the city  and everything in it.


I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone  to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.


Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end   – they stumble over their dead.


Be silent in the presence of the Lord God, for the day of the  Lord is near. Indeed, the Lord has prepared a sacrifice; he has consecrated his guests.


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