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Amos 8:10 - English Standard Version 2016

10 I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 and I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation, and I will cause sackcloth to be put upon all loins and baldness [for mourning] shall come on every head; and I will make that time as the mourning for an only son, and the end of it as a bitter day.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.

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Common English Bible

10 I will turn your feasts into sad affairs and all your singing into a funeral song; I will make people wear mourning clothes and shave their heads; I will make it like the loss of an only child, and the end of it like a bitter day.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your hymns into lamentation. And I will put sackcloth over every one of your backs, and baldness on every head. And I will begin it like the mourning for an only-begotten son, and complete it like a bitter day.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation: and I will bring up sackcloth upon every back of yours, and baldness upon every head: and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the latter end thereof as a bitter day.

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Amos 8:10
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Then she went and sat down opposite him a good way off, about the distance of a bowshot, for she said, “Let me not look on the death of the child.” And as she sat opposite him, she lifted up her voice and wept.


To fill his belly to the full, God will send his burning anger against him and rain it upon him into his body.


Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.


My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.


Instead of perfume there will be rottenness; and instead of a belt, a rope; and instead of well-set hair, baldness; and instead of a rich robe, a skirt of sackcloth; and branding instead of beauty.


Your evil will chastise you, and your apostasy will reprove you. Know and see that it is evil and bitter for you to forsake the Lord your God; the fear of me is not in you, declares the Lord God of hosts.


“For every head is shaved and every beard cut off. On all the hands are gashes, and around the waist is sackcloth.


O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.


The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning.


They put on sackcloth, and horror covers them. Shame is on all faces, and baldness on all their heads.


“And you, O son of man, thus says the Lord God to the land of Israel: An end! The end has come upon the four corners of the land.


And I will put an end to all her mirth, her feasts, her new moons, her Sabbaths, and all her appointed feasts.


And I will punish her for the feast days of the Baals when she burned offerings to them and adorned herself with her ring and jewelry, and went after her lovers and forgot me, declares the Lord.


Lament like a virgin wearing sackcloth for the bridegroom of her youth.


“If a man’s hair falls out from his head, he is bald; he is clean.


“I hate, I despise your feasts, and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.


Take away from me the noise of your songs; to the melody of your harps I will not listen.


The songs of the temple shall become wailings in that day,” declares the Lord God. “So many dead bodies!” “They are thrown everywhere!” “Silence!”


For they are like entangled thorns, like drunkards as they drink; they are consumed like stubble fully dried.


“And I will pour out on the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and pleas for mercy, so that, when they look on me, on him whom they have pierced, they shall mourn for him, as one mourns for an only child, and weep bitterly over him, as one weeps over a firstborn.


You shall rejoice in your feast, you and your son and your daughter, your male servant and your female servant, the Levite, the sojourner, the fatherless, and the widow who are within your towns.


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