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Isaiah 16:11 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

11 For this my bowels shall sound as a harp for Moab, and my inner parts for the wall of Haresh.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Wherefore my heart sounds like a harp [in mournful compassion] for Moab, and my inner being [goes out] for Kir-hareseth [for those brick-walled citadels of his].

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres.

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Common English Bible

11 Therefore, my heart plays sadly like a harp for Moab, my inner being for Kir-heres.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Over this, my heart will resonate like a harp for Moab, and my inner most being for the brick wall.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Wherefore my bowels shall sound like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for the brick wall.

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Isaiah 16:11
10 Tagairtí Cros  

My heart shall cry out for Moab; passing through even to Zoar, a heifer of three years: for going up to Luhith with weeping shall they go up into it: for the way of Horonaim they shall rouse up a cry of breaking.


For this, my loins were filled with pain: distress took hold of me as the pains of her bringing forth: I was shaken from hearing; I trembled from seeing


Look from the heavens, and see from thy holy dwelling and thy glory: where thy zeal and thy strength? the multitude of thy bowels and thy compassions to me restrained themselves.


Is Ephraim a precious son to me? if a child of delights? for whenever my speaking against him, remembering, I shall remember him yet; for this the bowels were put in motion to me compassionating, I will compassionate him, says Jehovah.


My bowels, my bowels! I shall afflict the walls of my heart; my heart made commotion to me; I shall not be silent, for the voice of the trumpet thou didst hear, O my soul, the tumult of war.


For this I will wait for Moab, and I will cry out for all Moab; it shall grieve for the men of Kirheres.


For this, my heart shall sound for Moab as pipes, and my heart shall sound for the men of Kirheres as pipes: for the riches he made perished.


See, O Jehovah; for straits to me: my bowels were in a ferment; my heart turned in my midst; for embittering, I embittered: without, the sword bereaved; in the house, as death.


How shall I give thee up, O Ephraim? Shall I deliver thee over, O Israel? How shall I give thee as the earth? Shall I set thee as roes? My heart was turned upon me; my grievings were kindled together.


If therefore any consolation in Christ, if any encouragement of love, if any mutual participation of the Spirit, if any compassions and mercies,


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