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Isaiah 14:11 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

11 Your pomp is brought down to She'ol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Your pomp and magnificence are brought down to Sheol (the underworld), along with the sound of your harps; the maggots [which prey upon dead bodies] are spread out under you and worms cover you [O Babylonian rulers].

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Thy pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and worms cover thee.

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Common English Bible

11 Your majesty has been brought down to the underworld, along with the sound of your harps. Under you is a bed of maggots, and worms are your blanket.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Your arrogance has been dragged down to Hell. Your body has fallen dead. The moths will be strewn beneath you, and the worms will be your covering.

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Isaiah 14:11
16 Tagairtí Cros  

They lie down alike in the dust. The worm covers them.


You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.


Therefore She'ol has enlarged its desire, and opened its mouth without measure; and their glory, their multitude, their pomp, and he who rejoices among them, descend into it.


For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but my righteousness shall be forever, and my salvation to all generations.


They shall go forth, and look on the dead bodies of the men who have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring to all flesh.


I will cause the noise of your songs to cease; and the sound of your harps shall be no more heard.


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