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Isaiah 22:2 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

2 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 You who are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous and exultant city? [O Jerusalem] your slain warriors have not met [a glorious] death with the sword or in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

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Common English Bible

2 you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword; they didn’t die in battle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

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Isaiah 22:2
16 Tagairtí Cros  

They will only bow down under the prisoners, and will fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.


Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?


Thorns and briars will come up on my people's land; yes, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city.


For the palace will be forsaken. The populous city will be deserted. The hill and the watchtower will be for dens forever, a delight for wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;


Therefore thus says the LORD concerning the king of Ashur, 'He will not come to this city, nor shoot an arrow there, neither will he come before it with shield, nor cast up a mound against it.


The angel of the LORD went out and struck one hundred and eighty-five thousand men in the camp of the Ashur. When men arose early in the morning, behold, these were all dead bodies.


If I go forth into the field, then, behold, the slain with the sword! and if I enter into the city, then, behold, those who are sick with famine! for both the prophet and the Kohen go about in the land, and have no knowledge.


Thus says the LORD, He who remains in this city shall die by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence; but he who goes forth to the Kasdim shall live, and his life shall be to him for a prey, and he shall live.


In the fourth month, in the ninth day of the month, the famine was sore in the city, so that there was no bread for the people of the land.


How the city sits solitary, that was full of people! She has become as a widow, who was great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces is become tributary!


Look, LORD, and see to whom you have done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the children that are dandled in the hands? Shall the Kohen and the prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?


Those who are near, and those who are far from you, shall mock you, you infamous one [and] full of tumult.


This is the joyous city that lived carelessly, that said in her heart, *I am, and there is none besides me.* How she has become a desolation, a place for animals to lie down in! Everyone who passes by her will hiss, and shake their fists.


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