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Isaiah 22:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 In that day, the Lord, the LORD of Armies, called to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to dressing in sackcloth:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 And in that day the Lord God of hosts called you to weeping and mourning, to the shaving off of all your hair [in humiliation] and to the girding with sackcloth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And in that day did the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

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Common English Bible

12 The LORD God of heavenly forces called on that day for weeping and mourning, and shaven heads, and wearing of mourning clothes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 And in that day, the Lord, the God of hosts, will call to weeping and mourning, to baldness and the wearing of sackcloth.

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Isaiah 22:12
31 Tagairtí Cros  

Yirmeyahu lamented for Yoshiyahu: and all the singing men and singing women spoke of Yoshiyahu in their lamentations to this day; and they made them an ordinance in Yisra'el: and behold, they are written in the lamentations.


When I heard this thing, I tore my garment and my robe, and plucked off the hair of my head and of my beard, and sat down confounded.


You saw the affliction of our fathers in Egypt, and heard their cry by the Sea of Suf,


Then Iyov arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.


He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet so that man can't find out the work that God has done from the beginning even to the end.


a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


They have gone up to Bayit, and to Divon, to the high places, to weep. Mo'av wails over Nevo 1 and over Medeva. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.


Let favor be shown to the wicked, yet he will not learn righteousness. In the land of uprightness he will deal wrongfully, and will not see the LORD's majesty.


Woe to Ari'el! Ari'el, the city where David encamped! Add year to year; let the feasts come around;


It shall happen that instead of sweet spices, there shall be rottenness; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of well set hair, baldness; instead of a robe, a girding of sackcloth; and branding instead of beauty.


Tremble, you women who are at ease! Be troubled, you careless ones! Strip yourselves, make yourselves naked, and put sackcloth on your waist.


It happened, when king Chizkiyahu heard it, that he tore his clothes, covered himself with sackcloth, and went into the LORD's house.


He sent Elyakim, who was over the household, and Shevna the scribe, and the elders of the Kohanim, covered with sackcloth, to Yeshaiyahu the prophet, the son of Amotz.


Why have we fasted, [say they], and you don't see? [why] have we afflicted our soul, and you take no knowledge? Behold, in the day of your fast you find [your own] pleasure, and exact all your labors.


Both great and small shall die in this land; they shall not be buried, neither shall men lament for them, nor cut themselves, nor make themselves bald for them;


You shall not go into the house of feasting to sit with them, to eat and to drink.


For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of the LORD hasn't turned back from us.


Cut off your hair, [Yerushalayim], and cast it away, and take up a lamentation on the bare heights; for the LORD has rejected and forsaken the generation of his wrath.


and they shall make themselves bald for you, and gird them with sackcloth, and they shall weep for you in bitterness of soul with bitter mourning.


Belshatzar the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand.


Don't rejoice, Yisra'el, to jubilation like the nations; for you were unfaithful to your God. You love the wages of a prostitute at every grain threshing floor.


Put on sackcloth and mourn, you Kohanim! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.


Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!


*Yet even now,* says the LORD, *turn to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning.*


Let the Kohanim, the ministers of the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and let them say, *Spare your people, LORD, and don't give your heritage to reproach, that the nations should rule over them. Why should they say among the peoples, 'Where is their God?'*


I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day.


The news reached the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.


Shave your heads, and cut off your hair for the children of your delight. Enlarge your baldness like the rakham; for they have gone into captivity from you!


Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming on you.


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