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Zephaniah 1:11 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

11 Wail, you residents of the Hollow, for all the merchants  will be silenced; all those loaded with silver will be cut off.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Howl, ye inhabitants of Maktesh, for all the merchant people are cut down; all they that bear silver are cut off.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Wail, you inhabitants of the Mortar [those located in the hollow part of the city]! For all the merchant people, like the people of Canaan, will be silent [entirely destroyed]; all those who weighed out silver and were loaded with it will be cut off.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Wail, ye inhabitants of Maktesh; for all the people of Canaan are undone; all they that were laden with silver are cut off.

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Common English Bible

11 The ones who grind the grain will wail; all the merchants will be silenced. I will eliminate all those weighing out silver.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Howl, inhabitants of the Pillar. All the people of Canaan have fallen silent. All were ruined who had been wrapped in silver.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Howl, ye inhabitants of the Morter. All the people of Chanaan is hush, all are cut off that were wrapped up in silver.

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Zephaniah 1:11
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Though he piles up silver like dust and heaps up fine clothing like clay –


he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will divide up his silver.


Wail, you shepherds, and cry out. Roll in the dust,  you leaders of the flock. Because the days of your slaughter have come, you will fall and become shattered like a precious vase.


Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the Lord’s burning anger has not turned away from us.


‘Cry out and wail, son of man, for it is against my people. It is against all the princes of Israel! They are given over to the sword with my people. Therefore strike your thigh in grief.


For even if they flee from devastation, Egypt will gather them, and Memphis will bury them. Thistles will take possession of their precious silver; thorns will invade their tents.


Dress in sackcloth and lament,  you priests; wail,  you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.


Wake up, you drunkards,  and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the sweet wine, for it has been taken from your mouth.


Woe, inhabitants of the seacoast, nation of the Cherethites!  , The word of the  Lord is against you, Canaan, land of the Philistines: I will destroy you until there is no one left.


Every pot in Jerusalem and in Judah will be holy to the Lord of Armies. All who sacrifice will come and use the pots to cook in. And on that day there will no longer be a Canaanite  in the house of the Lord of Armies.


He told those who were selling doves, ‘Get these things out of here! Stop turning my Father’s   house   into a marketplace! ’   ,


Come now, you rich  people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.


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