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Nahum 3:19 - English Standard Version 2016

19 There is no easing your hurt; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 There is no healing of your hurt; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over [what has happened to] you. For upon whom has not your [unceasing] evil come continually?

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 There is no assuaging of thy hurt; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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Common English Bible

19 There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. Who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 Your destruction is not hidden; your wound is grievous. All who have heard of your fame have clenched their hands over you, because over whom has your wickedness not trampled continually?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 Thy destruction is not hidden, thy wound is grievous: all that have heard the fame of thee, have clapped their hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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Nahum 3:19
20 Tagairtí Cros  

It claps its hands at him and hisses at him from its place.


Behold, you have heard what the kings of Assyria have done to all lands, devoting them to destruction. And shall you be delivered?


Truly, O Lord, the kings of Assyria have laid waste all the nations and their lands,


A voice, a rumor! Behold, it comes!— a great commotion out of the north country to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a lair of jackals.


“For thus says the Lord: Your hurt is incurable, and your wound is grievous.


Go up to Gilead, and take balm, O virgin daughter of Egypt! In vain you have used many medicines; there is no healing for you.


All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem: “Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?”


For thus says the Lord God: Because you have clapped your hands and stamped your feet and rejoiced with all the malice within your soul against the land of Israel,


“Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and call out against it, for their evil has come up before me.”


For her wound is incurable, and it has come to Judah; it has reached to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem.


Also it was allowed to make war on the saints and to conquer them. And authority was given it over every tribe and people and language and nation,


with whom the kings of the earth have committed sexual immorality, and with the wine of whose sexual immorality the dwellers on earth have become drunk.”


Rejoice over her, O heaven, and you saints and apostles and prophets, for God has given judgment for you against her!”


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