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Isaiah 23:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 He said, *You shall rejoice no more, you oppressed virgin daughter of Tzidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have no rest.*

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 And He said, You shall no more exult, you oppressed and crushed one, O Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim (Cyprus); but even there you will have no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

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Common English Bible

12 saying, You will no longer celebrate, violated virgin Daughter Sidon. Get up and head to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 And he said: "You shall no longer increase so as to glory, while enduring calumny, O virgin daughter of Sidon. Rise up and set sail for Kittim; in that place, too, there will be no rest for you."

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Isaiah 23:12
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The sons of Yavan: Elishah, Tarshish, Kittim, and Dodanim.


*Zevulun will dwell at the haven of the sea. He will be for a haven of ships. His border will be on Tzidon.


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


this is the word which the LORD has spoken concerning him. The virgin daughter of Tziyon has despised you and ridiculed you. The daughter of Yerushalayim has shaken her head at you.


Come down, and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Bavel; sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Kasdim: for you shall no more be called tender and delicate.


Sit you silent, and get you into darkness, daughter of the Kasdim; for you shall no more be called The mistress of kingdoms.


You shall say this word to them, Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


For pass over to the islands of Kittim, and see; and send to Kedar, and consider diligently; and see if there has been such a thing.


Go up into Gil`ad, and take balm, virgin daughter of Egypt: in vain do you use many medicines; there is no healing for you.


The Lord has set at nothing all my mighty men in the midst of me; He has called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men: The Lord has trodden as in a winepress the virgin daughter of Yehudah.


Yehudah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude; she dwells among the nations, she finds no rest: all her persecutors overtook her within the straits.


Depart you, they cried to them, Unclean! depart, depart, don't touch! When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, They shall no more sojourn [here].


Of the oaks of Bashan have they made your oars; they have made your benches of ivory inlaid in boxwood, from the islands of Kittim.


For ships of Kittim shall come against him; therefore he shall be grieved, and shall return, and have indignation against the holy covenant, and shall do [his pleasure]: he shall even return, and have regard to those who forsake the holy covenant.


But ships [shall come] from the coast of Kittim. They shall afflict Ashur, and shall afflict `Ever. He also shall come to destruction.


The LORD delivered them into the hand of Yisra'el, and they struck them, and chased them to great Tzidon, and to Misrefot-Mayim, and to the valley of Mitzpeh eastward; and they struck them, until they left them none remaining.


The voice of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will be heard no more at all in you. No craftsman, of whatever craft, will be found any more at all in you. The sound of a mill will be heard no more at all in you.


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