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Isaiah 16:11 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

11 Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Wherefore my heart sounds like a harp [in mournful compassion] for Moab, and my inner being [goes out] for Kir-hareseth [for those brick-walled citadels of his].

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres.

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Common English Bible

11 Therefore, my heart plays sadly like a harp for Moab, my inner being for Kir-heres.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Over this, my heart will resonate like a harp for Moab, and my inner most being for the brick wall.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for the brick wall.

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Isaiah 16:11
10 Tagairtí Cros  

My heart cries out over Moab, whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah; they go up the Ascent of Luhith weeping; they raise a cry of destruction on the road to Horonaim.


Therefore I am  filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pain of a woman in labour. I am too perplexed to hear, too dismayed to see.


Look down from heaven and see from your lofty home #– #holy and beautiful. Where is your zeal and your might? Your yearning  and your compassion are withheld from me.


Isn’t Ephraim a precious son to me, a delightful child? Whenever I speak against him, I certainly still think about him. Therefore, my inner being yearns for him; I will truly have compassion on him. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


My anguish, my anguish!  I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in   my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn – the shout of battle.


Therefore, I will wail over Moab. I will cry out for Moab, all of it; he will moan for the men of Kir-heres.


Therefore, my heart moans like flutes for Moab,  and my heart moans like flutes for the people of Kir-heres. And therefore, the wealth he has gained has perished.


Lord, see how I am in distress. I am churning within; my heart is broken, for I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword takes the children; inside, there is death.


How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I surrender you, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? I have had a change of heart; my compassion is stirred!


If, then, there is any encouragement in Christ, if any consolation of love,  if any fellowship with the Spirit,  if any affection and mercy,


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