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Isaiah 14:18 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

18 All the kings of the nations lie in splendour, each in his own tomb.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
11 Tagairtí Cros  

But when they went out to bury her, they did not find anything but the skull, the feet, and the hands.


He was buried in the city of David with the kings  because he had done what was good in Israel with respect to God and his temple.


When  the Arameans saw that Joash had many wounds, they left him. His servants conspired against him, and killed him on his bed, because he had shed the blood of the sons of the priest Jehoiada. So he died, and they buried him in the city of David, but they did not bury him in the tombs of the kings.


with the kings and counsellors  of the earth, who rebuilt ruined cities for themselves,


Yes, I know that you will lead me to death – the place  appointed for all who live.


Also, they are afraid of heights and dangers on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper loses its spring, and the caperberry has no effect; for the mere mortal is headed to his eternal home, and mourners will walk around in the street;


A man may father a hundred children and live for many years. No matter how long he lives,  if he is not satisfied by good things and does not even have a proper burial,  I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


who turned the world into a wilderness, who destroyed its cities and would not release the prisoners to return home? ’


But you are thrown out without a grave, like a worthless branch, covered by those slain with the sword and dumped into a rocky pit like a trampled corpse.


What are you doing here? Who authorised you to carve out a tomb for yourself here, carving your tomb on the height and cutting a resting place for yourself out of rock?


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