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Isaiah 14:18 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
11 Tagairtí Cros  

And they went to bury her: but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.


And they buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel, both toward God, and toward his house.


And when they were departed from him, (for they left him in great diseases,) his own servants conspired against him for the blood of the sons of Jehoi´ada the priest, and slew him on his bed, and he died: and they buried him in the city of David, but they buried him not in the sepulchres of the kings.


with kings and counselors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;


For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.


also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:


If a man beget a hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also that he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he.


that made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners?


But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcass trodden under feet.


What hast thou here, and whom hast thou here, that thou hast hewed thee out a sepulchre here, as he that heweth him out a sepulchre on high, and that graveth a habitation for himself in a rock?


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