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Isaiah 14:18 - Easy To Read Version

18 Every king on earth has died with glory.\par Every king has his own grave.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
11 Tagairtí Cros  

The men went to bury Jezebel. But they could not find her body. They could only find her skull, her feet, and the palms of her hands.


The people buried Jehoiada in David’s City where the kings are buried. The people buried Jehoiada there because in his life he did much good in Israel for God and for God’s temple. {\cf2\super [277]}


When the Arameans left Joash, he was badly wounded. Joash’s own servants made plans against him. They did this because Joash killed Zechariah the son of Jehoiada the priest. The servants killed Joash on his own bed. After Joash died, the people buried him in David’s City. But they didn’t bury him in the place where the kings are buried.


with the kings and wise men\par who lived on earth in the past.\par Those men built places for themselves\par that are now destroyed and gone.\par


I know you will lead me to my death.\par Every living person must die.\par


You will be afraid of high places. You will be afraid of tripping over every small thing in your path. Your hair will become white like the flowers on an almond tree. You will drag yourself along like a grasshopper when you walk. You will lose your desire \{to live\}. {\cf2\super [45]} And then you will go to your eternal home (the grave). The mourners {\cf2\super [46]} will gather in the streets \{as they carry your body to the grave\}.


A person might live a long time. And that person might have 100 children. But if that person is not satisfied with those good things, and if no one remembers him after his death, then I say that a baby that dies at birth is better off than that man.


Is this the same man that destroyed cities\par and changed the land into a desert?\par Is this the same man that captured people\par in war and would not let them go home?”\par


But you, evil king, have been thrown\par from your grave.\par You are like a branch cut from a tree.\par That branch is cut and thrown away.\par You are like a dead man that fell in battle,\par and other soldiers walked on him.\par Now, you look like any other dead person.\par You are wrapped in burial clothes.\par


\{Ask that servant,\} ‘What are you doing here? Is any person from your family buried here? Why are you making a grave here?’”


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