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Isaiah 13:12 - King James Version - American Edition

12 I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 I will make a man more rare than fine gold, and mankind scarcer than the pure gold of Ophir.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 I will make a man more rare than fine gold, even a man than the pure gold of Ophir.

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Common English Bible

12 I will make humans scarcer than fine gold; people rarer than the gold of Ophir.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 A man will be more precious than gold, and mankind will become like pure refined gold.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 A man shall be more precious than gold: yea, a man than the finest of gold.

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Isaiah 13:12
11 Tagairtí Cros  

And they came to Ophir, and fetched from thence gold, four hundred and twenty talents, and brought it to king Solomon.


and Ophir, and Hav´ilah, and Jobab. All these were the sons of Joktan.


It cannot be valued with the gold of Ophir, with the precious onyx, or the sapphire.


Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.


Kings' daughters were among thy honorable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.


And the rest of the trees of his forest shall be few, that a child may write them.


Therefore hath the curse devoured the earth, and they that dwell therein are desolate: therefore the inhabitants of the earth are burned, and few men left.


And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying, We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel; only let us be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.


Then said I, Lord, how long? And he answered, Until the cities be wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land be utterly desolate,


and the Lord have removed men far away, and there be a great forsaking in the midst of the land.


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