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Isaiah 23:8 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Who has purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Who hath purposed this against Tyre, the bestower of crowns, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honorable of the earth?

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Common English Bible

8 Who planned this concerning Tyre, the one who gives crowns, whose merchants were princes, whose traders were the honored of the earth?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Who has made this plan against Tyre, which formerly was crowned, whose merchants were leaders, whose traders were illustrious on the earth?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, that was formerly crowned, whose merchants were princes, and her traders the nobles of the earth?

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Isaiah 23:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

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


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 horsemen?


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.


You have made your merchants more numerous than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips  the land and flies away.


Tyre has built herself a fortress; she has heaped up silver like dust and gold like the dirt of the streets.


the light of a lamp will never shine in you again; and the voice of a groom and bride will never be heard in you again. All this will happen because your merchants were the nobility of the earth, because all the nations were deceived by your sorcery.


For this reason her plagues will come in just one day – death and grief and famine. She will be burned up with fire, because the Lord God who judges   her is mighty.


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