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Isaiah 14:18 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

18 All the kings of the nations, sleep in glory, everyone in his own house.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
11 Tagairtí Cros  

They went to bury her; but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.


They buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Yisra'el, and toward God and his house.


When they were departed for him (for they left him very sick), his own servants conspired against him for the blood of the sons of Yehoiada the Kohen, and killed him on his bed, and he died; and they buried him in the city of David, but they didn't bury him in the tombs of the kings.


with kings and counselors of the earth, who built up waste places for themselves;


For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.


yes, they shall be afraid of heights, and terrors will be in the way; and the almond tree shall blossom, and the khagav shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goes to his everlasting home, and the mourners go about the streets:


If a man fathers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not filled with good, and moreover he has no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he:


who made the world like a wilderness, and overthrew its cities; who didn't release his prisoners to their home?*


But you are cast away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trodden under foot.


'What are you doing here? Who has you here, that you have dug out a tomb here?' Cutting himself out a tomb on high, chiseling a habitation for himself in the rock!*


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