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Jeremiah 49:25 - English Standard Version 2016

25 How is the famous city not forsaken, the city of my joy?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

25 How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

25 How [remarkable that] the renowned city is not deserted, the city of my joy! [exclaims one from Damascus].

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American Standard Version (1901)

25 How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?

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Common English Bible

25 Forsaken is the renowned city, city of my delight.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

25 How could they have abandoned the praiseworthy city, the city of rejoicing?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

25 How have they forsaken the city of renown, the city of joy!

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Jeremiah 49:25
10 Tagairtí Cros  

And I will restore your judges as at the first, and your counselors as at the beginning. Afterward you shall be called the city of righteousness, the faithful city.”


And this city shall be to me a name of joy, a praise and a glory before all the nations of the earth who shall hear of all the good that I do for them. They shall fear and tremble because of all the good and all the prosperity I provide for it.


the renown of Moab is no more. In Heshbon they planned disaster against her: ‘Come, let us cut her off from being a nation!’ You also, O Madmen, shall be brought to silence; the sword shall pursue you.


How it is broken! How they wail! How Moab has turned his back in shame! So Moab has become a derision and a horror to all that are around him.”


“How Babylon is taken, the praise of the whole earth seized! How Babylon has become a horror among the nations!


and the king answered and said, “Is not this great Babylon, which I have built by my mighty power as a royal residence and for the glory of my majesty?”


They will stand far off, in fear of her torment, and say, “Alas! Alas! You great city, you mighty city, Babylon! For in a single hour your judgment has come.”


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