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Isaiah 10:8 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

8 For he says, ‘Aren’t all my commanders kings?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 For he saith, Are not my princes altogether kings?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 For [the Assyrian] says, Are not my officers all either [subjugated] kings or their equal?

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 For he saith, Are not my princes all of them kings?

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Common English Bible

8 He says: Aren’t my commanders all kings?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 For he will say:

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 For he shall say:

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Isaiah 10:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

How then can you drive back a single officer  among the least of my master’s servants? How can you rely on Egypt for chariots and for horsemen?


‘Say this to King Hezekiah of Judah: “Don’t let your God, on whom you rely,  deceive you by promising that Jerusalem will not be handed over to the king of Assyria.


He gives them a sense of security, so they can rely on it, but his eyes  watch over their ways.


But this is not what he intends; this is not what he plans. It is his intent to destroy and to cut off many nations.


Isn’t Calno like Carchemish? Isn’t Hamath like Arpad? Isn’t Samaria  like Damascus?


‘Now make a deal with my master, the king of Assyria. I’ll give you two thousand horses if you’re able to supply riders for them!


‘ “This is what the Lord says: The wise person should not boast in his wisdom; the strong should not boast in his strength; the wealthy should not boast in his wealth.


For this is what the Lord God says: ‘See, I am about to bring King Nebuchadnezzar  of Babylon, king of kings,  against Tyre from the north with horses, chariots, cavalry, and a huge assembly of troops.


Therefore the cedar became greater in height than all the trees of the field. Its branches multiplied, and its boughs grew long as it spread them out because of the abundant water.


Your Majesty, you are king of kings.  The God of the heavens has given you sovereignty, power,  strength, and glory.


Even though they hire lovers among the nations, I will now round them up, and they will begin to decrease in number under the burden of the king and leaders.


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