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Amos 8:10 - Modern English Version

10 I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into dirges; I will put sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only child, and its end like 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
30 Tagairtí Cros  

Then she went and sat down across from him at a distance of about a bowshot, for she said to herself, “Let me not see the death of the child.” She sat across from him, and lifted up her voice and wept.


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


Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it; let a cloud settle on it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.


My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.


Instead of sweet perfume there shall be a stench; and instead of a belt, a rope; and instead of well-set hair, baldness; and instead of fine clothes, a girding of sackcloth; and branding instead of beauty.


Your own wickedness will correct you, and your backslidings will reprove you. Know therefore and see that it is an evil thing and bitter for you to have forsaken the Lord your God, and the fear of Me is not in you, says the Lord God of Hosts.


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


O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth and wallow in ashes. Mourn as for an only son, a most bitter lamentation; for the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.


The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing 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.


And you, son of man, thus says the Lord God to the land of Israel: An end, the end is coming upon the four corners of the land.


I will also bring to an end all her joy, her annual feasts, her New Moons, and her Sabbaths, and all her solemn assemblies.


I will punish her for the days of the Baals, when she burned incense to them and adorned herself with her earrings and her jewelry, and pursued her lovers, but forgot Me, declares the Lord.


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


When a man has lost hair from his head, then he is bald. He is still clean.


I hate, I despise your festivals, and I am not pleased by your solemn assemblies.


Take away from Me the noise of your songs; I will not listen to the melody of your harps.


“The songs of the temple shall become wailings on that day,” says the Lord God. “The corpses shall be many, cast down everywhere. Hush!”


Because they are like interwoven thorns and as drunkards imbibing, they are consumed like completely dry stubble.


And I will pour out on the house of David and over those dwelling in Jerusalem a spirit of favor and supplication so that they look to Me, whom they have pierced through. And they will mourn over him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly over him as a firstborn.


and you shall rejoice in your feast, you, your son, your daughter, your male servant, your female servant, the Levite, the foreigner, the orphan, and the widow who are within your gates.


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