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Amos 8:10 - King James 2000

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon every waist, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it like the mourning of an only son, and its end as a bitter day.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 and I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation, and I will cause sackcloth to be put upon all loins and baldness [for mourning] shall come on every head; and I will make that time as the mourning for an only son, and the end of it as a bitter day.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning for an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.

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Common English Bible

10 I will turn your feasts into sad affairs and all your singing into a funeral song; I will make people wear mourning clothes and shave their heads; I will make it like the loss of an only child, and the end of it like a bitter day.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your hymns into lamentation. And I will put sackcloth over every one of your backs, and baldness on every head. And I will begin it like the mourning for an only-begotten son, and complete it like a bitter day.

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Amos 8:10
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And she went, and sat down apart from him a good way off, as it were a bowshot: for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat away from him, and lifted up her voice, and wept.


When he is about to fill his belly, God shall cast the fury of his wrath upon him, and shall rain it upon him while he is eating.


Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.


My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.


And it shall come to pass, that instead of sweet fragrance there shall be a stench; and instead of a sash, a rope; and instead of well-set hair, baldness; and instead of a rich robe, a girding of sackcloth; and a burning scar instead of beauty.


Your own wickedness shall correct you, and your backslidings shall reprove you: know therefore and see that it is an evil thing and bitter, that you have forsaken the LORD your God, and that my fear is not in you, says the Lord GOD of hosts.


For every head shall be bald, and every beard clipped: upon all the hands shall be gashes, and upon the loins sackcloth.


O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth, and roll yourself about in ashes: make yourself mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.


The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.


They shall also gird themselves with sackcloth, and horror shall cover them; and shame shall be upon all faces, and baldness upon all their heads.


Also, you son of man, thus says the Lord GOD unto the land of Israel; An end, the end has come upon the four corners of the land.


I will also cause all her mirth to cease, her feast days, her new moons, and her sabbaths, and all her solemn feasts.


And I will punish her for the days of Baalim, when she burned incense to them, and she decked herself with her earrings and her jewels, and she went after her lovers, and forgot me, says the LORD.


Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.


And the man whose hair is fallen off his head, he is bald; yet is he clean.


I hate, I despise your feast days, and I will not take delight in your solemn assemblies.


Take away from me the noise of your songs; for I will not hear the melody of your harps.


And the songs of the temple shall be wailings in that day, says the Lord GOD: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth in silence.


For while they are entangled together as thorns, and while they are drunk as drunkards, they shall be devoured as stubble fully dry.


And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the Spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourns for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for him, as one that is in bitterness for his firstborn.


And you shall rejoice in your feast, you, and your son, and your daughter, and your manservant, and your maidservant, and the Levite, the stranger, and the fatherless, and the widow, that are within your gates.


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