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Zephaniah 1:11 - English Standard Version 2016

11 Wail, O inhabitants of the Mortar! For all the traders are no more; all who weigh out silver are cut off.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Howl, ye inhabitants of Maktesh, for all the merchant people are cut down; all they that bear silver are cut off.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Wail, you inhabitants of the Mortar [those located in the hollow part of the city]! For all the merchant people, like the people of Canaan, will be silent [entirely destroyed]; all those who weighed out silver and were loaded with it will be cut off.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Wail, ye inhabitants of Maktesh; for all the people of Canaan are undone; all they that were laden with silver are cut off.

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Common English Bible

11 The ones who grind the grain will wail; all the merchants will be silenced. I will eliminate all those weighing out silver.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Howl, inhabitants of the Pillar. All the people of Canaan have fallen silent. All were ruined who had been wrapped in silver.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Howl, ye inhabitants of the Morter. All the people of Chanaan is hush, all are cut off that were wrapped up in silver.

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Zephaniah 1:11
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Though he heap up silver like dust, and pile up clothing like clay,


he may pile it up, but the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will divide the silver.


“Wail, you shepherds, and cry out, and roll in ashes, you lords of the flock, for the days of your slaughter and dispersion have come, and you shall fall like a choice vessel.


For this put on sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned back from us.”


Cry out and wail, son of man, for it is against my people. It is against all the princes of Israel. They are delivered over to the sword with my people. Strike therefore upon your thigh.


For behold, they are going away from destruction; but Egypt shall gather them; Memphis shall bury them. Nettles shall possess their precious things of silver; thorns shall be in their tents.


Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Go in, pass the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God! Because grain offering and drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.


Awake, you drunkards, and weep, and wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.


Woe to you inhabitants of the seacoast, you nation of the Cherethites! The word of the Lord is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines; and I will destroy you until no inhabitant is left.


And every pot in Jerusalem and Judah shall be holy to the Lord of hosts, so that all who sacrifice may come and take of them and boil the meat of the sacrifice in them. And there shall no longer be a trader in the house of the Lord of hosts on that day.


And he told those who sold the pigeons, “Take these things away; do not make my Father’s house a house of trade.”


Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming upon you.


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