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Isaiah 14:8 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

8 Even the cypresses and the cedars of Lebanon rejoice over you: ‘Since you have been laid low, no woodcutter has come against us.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Yes, the fir trees and cypresses rejoice at you [O kings of Babylon], even the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since you have been laid low, no woodcutter comes up against us.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid low, no hewer is come up against us.

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Common English Bible

8 Even the cypresses rejoice over you, the cedars of Lebanon: “Since you were laid low, no logger comes up against us!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 The evergreens, too, have rejoiced over you, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying: 'Since you have slept, no one has ascended who would cut us down.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 The fir-trees also have rejoiced over thee, and the cedars of Libanus, saying: Since thou hast slept, there hath none come up to cut us down.

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Isaiah 14:8
5 Tagairtí Cros  

You have mocked the Lord through your servants. You have said, ‘With my many chariots I have gone up to the heights of the mountains, to the far recesses of Lebanon. I cut down its tallest cedars, its choice cypress trees. I came to its distant heights, its densest forest.


I made the nations quake at the sound of its downfall, when I threw it down to Sheol to be with those who descend to the Pit. Then all the trees of Eden,  the choice and best of Lebanon, all the well-watered trees, were comforted  in the underworld.


Wail, cypress,  for the cedar has fallen; the glorious trees are destroyed! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the stately forest has fallen!


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