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Jeremiah 48:36 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

36 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

36 Therefore mine heart shall sound for Moab like pipes, and mine heart shall sound like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: because the riches that he hath gotten are perished.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

36 Therefore My heart moans and sighs for Moab like flutes, and My heart moans and sighs like flutes for the men of Kir-heres (Kir-hareseth); therefore [the remnant of] the abundant riches they gained has perished.

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American Standard Version (1901)

36 Therefore my heart soundeth for Moab like pipes, and my heart soundeth like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: therefore the abundance that he hath gotten is perished.

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Common English Bible

36 Therefore, my heart wails for Moab like a mournful flute that plays the dirge; my heart wails for the people of Kir-heres, like a mournful flute. Their abundance is now gone.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

36 Because of this, my heart will resound for Moab, like the pipes, and my heart will make a sound like the pipes for the men on the brick wall. For he has done more than he was able, yet still they have perished.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

36 Therefore my heart shall sound for Moab like pipes: and my heart shall sound like pipes for the men of the brick wall. Because he hath done more than he could, therefore they have perished.

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Jeremiah 48:36
14 Tagairtí Cros  

They would destroy the cities, and each of them would throw a stone to cover every good piece of land. They would stop up every spring and cut down every good tree. This went on until only the buildings of Kir-hareseth  were left. Then men with slings surrounded the city and attacked it.


Wealth is not profitable on a day of wrath, but righteousness rescues from death.


A good man leaves an inheritance to his   grandchildren, but the sinner’s wealth is stored up for the righteous.


The wealth of the rich is his fortified city; in his imagination it is like a high wall.


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.


So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Wadi of the Willows.


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


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.


He who makes a fortune unjustly is like a partridge that hatches eggs it didn’t lay. In the middle of his life his riches will abandon him, so in the end he will be a fool.


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.


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