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Ezekiel 26:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

12 They will take your wealth as spoil and plunder your merchandise.  They will also demolish your walls and tear down your beautiful homes. Then they will throw your stones, timber, and soil into the water.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And they shall make a spoil of thy riches, and make a prey of thy merchandise: and they shall break down thy walls, and destroy thy pleasant houses: and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the water.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 And [your adversaries] shall make a spoil of your riches and make booty of your merchandise. And they shall break down your walls and destroy your pleasant houses, and they shall lay the stones and the timber and the very dust from your demolished city out in the midst of the water [between the island and the mainland city site to make a causeway].

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And they shall make a spoil of thy riches, and make a prey of thy merchandise; and they shall break down thy walls, and destroy thy pleasant houses; and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the waters.

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Common English Bible

12 They will destroy your wealth, plunder your goods, tear down your walls, and raze your fine houses. Your stone, lumber, and rubble they will dump into the sea.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 They will lay waste to your wealth. They will despoil your businesses. And they will tear down your walls and overturn your eminent houses. And they will put your stones and your timber and your dust into the midst of the waters.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 They shall waste thy riches, they shall make a spoil of thy merchandise, and they shall destroy thy walls and pull down thy fine houses: and they shall lay thy stones and thy timber and thy dust in the midst of the waters.

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Ezekiel 26:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Hezekiah had abundant riches and glory, and he made himself treasuries for silver, gold, precious stones, spices, shields, and every desirable item.


In the spring  , Nebuchadnezzar sent for him and brought him to Babylon along with the valuable articles of the Lord’s temple. Then he made Jehoiachin’s brother Zedekiah king over Judah and Jerusalem.


He stretched out his hand over the sea; he made kingdoms tremble. The Lord has commanded that the Canaanite fortresses be destroyed.


Who planned this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose traders are princes, whose merchants are the honoured ones of the earth?


Beat your breasts in mourning for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,


Wail, you shepherds, and cry out. Roll in the dust,  you leaders of the flock. Because the days of your slaughter have come, you will fall and become shattered like a precious vase.


The whole Chaldean army with the captain of the guards tore down all the walls surrounding Jerusalem.


She will become a place in the sea to spread nets, for I have spoken.’ This is the declaration of the Lord God. ‘She will become plunder for the nations,


They will bring you down to the Pit, and you will die a violent death in the heart of the sea.


He will take even their gods captive to Egypt, with their metal images and their precious articles of silver and gold.  For some years he will stay away from the king of the North,


Although he flourishes among his brothers,  , an east wind will come, a wind from the Lord rising up from the desert. His water source will fail, and his spring will run dry. The wind  will plunder the treasury of every precious item.


Therefore, because you trample on the poor and exact a grain tax from him, you will never live in the houses of cut stone you have built; you will never drink the wine from the lush vineyards you have planted.


‘Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! ’ There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.


I scattered them with a windstorm over all the nations that had not known them, and the land was left desolate behind them, with no one coming or going. They turned a pleasant land into a desolation.’


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