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Isaiah 38:14 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upwards. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Like a twittering swallow or a crane, so do I chirp and chatter; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary and dim with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; take my side and be my security [as of a debtor being sent to prison].

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

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Common English Bible

14 Like a swallow I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes have grown weary looking to heaven. Lord, I’m overwhelmed; support me!”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward. Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.

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Isaiah 38:14
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Accept my pledge! Put up security for me. Who else will be my sponsor?


I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.


We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.


All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help; we watched from our towers for a nation that would not save us.


The survivors among them will escape and live on the mountains. Like doves of the valley, all of them will moan, each over his own iniquity.


Beauty  is stripped; she is carried away; her ladies-in-waiting moan like the sound of doves and beat their breasts.


Nineveh has been like a pool of water from her first days, but they are fleeing. ‘Stop! Stop! ’ they cry, but no one turns back.


Because of this oath, Jesus has also become the guarantee of a better covenant.


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