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Lamentations 4:2 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

2 The precious sons of Tziyon, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 The precious sons of Zion, Comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, The work of the hands of the potter!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 The noble and precious sons of Zion, [once] worth their weight in fine gold–how they are esteemed [merely] as earthen pots or pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter! [Isa. 30:14; Jer. 19:11; II Cor. 4:7.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

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Common English Bible

2 Zion’s precious children, once valued as pure gold— oh no!—now they are worth no more than clay pots made by a potter.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 BETH. The famous sons of Zion, and those clothed with the foremost gold: how they have become like earthen vessels, the work of the hands of a potter.

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Lamentations 4:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

He will break it as a potter's vessel is broken, breaking it in pieces without sparing, so that there won't be found among the broken piece a piece good enough to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern.*


There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she has brought forth; neither is there any who takes her by the hand among all the sons who she has brought up.


Thus said the LORD, Go, and buy a potter's earthen bottle, and [take] of the elders of the people, and of the elders of the Kohanim;


and shall tell them, Thus says the LORD of Armies: Even so will I break this people and this city, as one breaks a potter's vessel, that can't be made whole again; and they shall bury in Tofet, until there be no place to bury.


Is this man Konyahu a despised broken vessel? is he a vessel in which none delights? why are they cast out, he and his seed, and are cast into the land which they don't know?


The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets; My virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword: You have killed them in the day of your anger; you have slaughtered, [and] not pitied.


Princes were hanged up by their hand: The faces of elders were not honored.


Yisra'el is swallowed up. Now they are among the nations like a worthless thing.


For indeed I bend Yehudah as a bow for me. I have filled the bow with Efrayim; and I will stir up your sons, Tziyon, against your sons, Greece, and will make you like the sword of a mighty man.


But we have this treasure in clay vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves.


Now in a large house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of clay. Some are for honor, and some for dishonor.


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