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Jeremiah 50:16 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

16 Cut off the sower from Babylon as well as him who wields the sickle at harvest time. Because of the oppressor’s sword, each will turn to his own people, each will flee to his own land.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 Cut off the sower from Babylon, and him that handleth the sickle in the time of harvest: for fear of the oppressing sword they shall turn every one to his people, and they shall flee every one to his own land.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 Exterminate the sower from Babylon, and the one who handles the sickle in the time of harvest. For fear of the sword of the oppressor everyone shall return to his people, and everyone shall flee to his own land.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 Cut off the sower from Babylon, and him that handleth the sickle in the time of harvest: for fear of the oppressing sword they shall turn every one to his people, and they shall flee every one to his own land.

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Common English Bible

16 Cut Babylon off from those who plant and those who harvest the crops, because of its ruthless sword. Now return, all of you, to your people; flee to your homeland!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 Destroy the founder from Babylon, and the one who holds the sickle in the time of harvest. Before the face of the sword of the dove, each one will turn back to his people, and every one will flee to his own land.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 Destroy the sower out of Babylon and him that holdeth the sickle in the time of harvest. For fear of the sword of the dove every man shall return to his people and every one shall flee to his own land.

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Jeremiah 50:16
7 Tagairtí Cros  

Like wandering gazelles and like sheep without a shepherd, each one will turn to his own people, each one will flee to his own land.


He has left his den like a lion, for their land has become a desolation because of the sword  of the oppressor, because of his burning anger.


He continues to stumble. Indeed, each falls over the other. They say, ‘Get up! Let’s return to our people and to our native land, away from the oppressor’s sword.’


With you I will smash the shepherd and his flock; with you I will smash the farmer and his ox-team. With you I will smash governors and officials.


We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Abandon her! Let each of us go to his own land, for her judgement extends to the sky and reaches as far as the clouds.


Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.


Therefore the Lord, the God of Armies, the Lord, says: There will be wailing in all the public squares; they will cry out in anguish  in all the streets. The farmer will be called on to mourn, and professional mourners  , to wail.


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