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Isaiah 23:16 - Easy To Read Version

16 Oh woman that men forgot,\par take your harp and walk through the city.\par Play your song well.\par Sing your song often.\par Then maybe people will remember you.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 Take a harp, go about the city, forgotten harlot; play skillfully and make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

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Common English Bible

16 Take a harp, go around the city, forgotten prostitute. Play well, sing many songs, so they’ll remember you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 Take up a stringed instrument. Circulate through the city, you harlot who had been forgotten. Sing many canticles well, so that you may be remembered.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten: sing well, sing many a song, that thou mayst be remembered.

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Isaiah 23:16
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People will forget about Tyre for 70 years. (That is, about the length of a certain king’s rule.) After 70 years, Tyre will be like the prostitute {\cf2\super [230]} in this song:


After 70 years, the Lord will review Tyre’s case, and he will give her a decision. Tyre will again have trade. Tyre will be like a prostitute {\cf2\super [231]} for all the nations on earth.


You became friends with many nations.\par But those nations don’t care about you.\par Your ‘friends’ have forgotten you.\par I hurt you like an enemy.\par I punished you very hard.\par I did this because of your great guilt.\par I did this because of your many sins.\par


So I will stop the sound of your happy songs. People won’t hear your harps any more.


All this happened because of \{Nineveh\}.\par Nineveh is like a prostitute\par that could never get enough.\par She wanted more and more.\par She sold herself to many nations,\par and she used her magic\par to make them her slaves.\par


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