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Isaiah 5:9 - English Standard Version 2016

9 The Lord of hosts has sworn in my hearing: “Surely many houses shall be desolate, large and beautiful houses, without inhabitant.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 In mine ears said the LORD of hosts, Of a truth many houses shall be desolate, even great and fair, without inhabitant.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 In my [Isaiah's] ears the Lord of hosts said, Of a truth many houses shall be desolate, even great and beautiful ones shall be without inhabitant.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 In mine ears saith Jehovah of hosts, Of a truth many houses shall be desolate, even great and fair, without inhabitant.

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Common English Bible

9 I heard the LORD of heavenly forces say this: Many houses will become total ruins, large, fine houses, with no one living in them.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 These things are in my ears, says the Lord of hosts. Otherwise, many houses, great and beautiful, will become desolate, without an inhabitant.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 These things are in my ears, saith the Lord of hosts: unless many great and fair houses shall become desolate, without an inhabitant.

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Isaiah 5:9
14 Tagairtí Cros  

to fulfill the word of the Lord by the mouth of Jeremiah, until the land had enjoyed its Sabbaths. All the days that it lay desolate it kept Sabbath, to fulfill seventy years.


and has lived in desolate cities, in houses that none should inhabit, which were ready to become heaps of ruins;


There was nothing left after he had eaten; therefore his prosperity will not endure.


Whoever is greedy for unjust gain troubles his own household, but he who hates bribes will live.


The Lord of hosts has revealed himself in my ears: “Surely this iniquity will not be atoned for you until you die,” says the Lord God of hosts.


For the fortified city is solitary, a habitation deserted and forsaken, like the wilderness; there the calf grazes; there it lies down and strips its branches.


I will make it a waste; it shall not be pruned or hoed, and briers and thorns shall grow up; I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it.


“For the Lord God does nothing without revealing his secret to his servants the prophets.


Therefore because you trample on the poor and you exact taxes of grain from him, you have built houses of hewn stone, but you shall not dwell in them; you have planted pleasant vineyards, but you shall not drink their wine.


For behold, the Lord commands, and the great house shall be struck down into fragments, and the little house into bits.


The king was angry, and he sent his troops and destroyed those murderers and burned their city.


See, your house is left to you desolate.


Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.


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